Nifty

My mind is filled with thinking.

My belly’s filled with food.

My body may be shrinking

But today I will not brood.

 

I’m sitting where it’s shady

With the river at my feet,

Just a New York City lady

With no deadlines I must meet.

 

A fireboat goes zipping,

Leaving foam within its wake.

The joggers’ sweat is dripping;

Running now is a mistake.

 

I come to my conclusions

When I’m calm and have the time,

Giving in to the illusions

They will make a nifty rhyme.