Tea and a cigar
on a lazy Sunday
in the city
People go by
kids and dogs
in tow
As the sun sets
and the air turns
cooler
They walk a little
faster
arms folded for
warmth
Days like this
everything is poetry
(D. James)
Tea and a cigar
on a lazy Sunday
in the city
People go by
kids and dogs
in tow
As the sun sets
and the air turns
cooler
They walk a little
faster
arms folded for
warmth
Days like this
everything is poetry
(D. James)
