Riverside Sonnet


Im out bird-watching in Riverside Park,

And I don’t mean the kind of birds that fly;

There’s the river and me, out on a lark,

All sorts of souls, walking, biking, bopping by.

And it’s legs left, boobs right, blonde there, brunette here,

And, oh, could the sun get any higher?

Girl glances back – oh, babe, have no fear,

It’s all good, you just sparked me small fire.

And then the question pops up: how now, and why

Am I so seeing these things, that are always here?

These woods, this water, didn’t fall from the sky,

These long loping girls, they’re always near.

And then it hits me, so hard I damn near lose it –

Being happy, maybe you can just choose it.


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