There’s a very nice ring
To
the words, “It is spring!”
When
the sun is ablaze in the sky.
Oh,
the joy it can bring
Hearing
birds tweet and sing
As
the hikers and strollers pass by.
By
the river I sit
And
I have to admit
It’s
much nicer than being inside.
I’ll
go home in a bit
But
before I must split
I’ll
absorb all the view can provide.
For
in front of my eyes
Folks
of varying size
Share
my penchant for seeking fresh air,
Though
it’s not a surprise
That
with masks as disguise
All
have New York aloofness to spare.
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