River View
A police boat zips past
Followed hard by a tug.
So what, you may ask
With a sneer or a shrug.
But it’s always a thrill
When the river’s in view
And each time that I sit here,
I see something new.
The flow of the water,
The light of the sky,
The nautical traffic
That chugs or sails by
All paint me a picture
That changes with time,
Which I try to capture
In words and with rhyme.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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