A stroll to the East River.
A view of the Williamsburg Bridge.
It’s architectural symmetry makes me smile.
A piano concert where I start to walk.
People play to create cheerful music.
The skyline hears and is not blue.
Ferry boats produce waves in the East River.
A child plays dissonant music.
Further east I view the Brooklyn Bridge.
I recall a memorable autumn walk
Over the gothic pathway, a forever smile.
Even when I feel sad and blue.
Adventure whispers softly, I start to walk.
I observe the shore of the East River.
Cars drive over the bridge.
Another memory to make me smile.
Pondering all who worked on the bridge.
Their sacrifices made leave me blue.
Four bridges cross the East River.
How many steps to walk?
Ears listen to the sounds of music.
Others join the view of the East River.
People pass with a courteous smile.
Mural art pops with colors of blue.
New modern look around the bridge.
Tall condos surround the sidewalk.
The sky peeks through showing snippets of blue.
New sounds arise as restaurants play music.
A new face to greet with a smile.
This walk ends with a smile.
Goodbye blue sky and East River.