Pedestrians and Pigeons

The water’s kinda choppy

But the sun, at least, is strong,

So I’m out here by the river,

On the bench where I belong.

 

I’m so rarely here on Friday –

It’s our day to watch the grands,

But my husband, with a virus,

Wasn’t up to those demands.

 

Which is why I’m out here, sitting

With the sunshine on my face.

Though I miss the kids like crazy,

This is time I will embrace.

 

Just pedestrians and pigeons,

With some canines on the squad,

Are my afternoon companions

On the east side promenade.