Grateful

Two helicopters in the sky

Are flying overhead

And on the ground are many

Spotted lanternflies, all dead.

 

The river’s flowing quickly

And a tire just floated by.

The air is crisp and clean

And in the air, some seagulls fly.

 

A ferry parts the water

As I sit and write my poem,

Feeling grateful to be out here,

Just two minutes from my home.