On a Sunday

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)

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