Come Sit Awhile

Here. Come sit awhile with me,
And we’ll the drowsy city watch
Upon an autumn Saturday,
To while the time away.

The bay, the sea are moving slow,
And so should we sometimes, I think:
When overthought gets in the way
And seems to want to stay.

So, here. Come sit, and let us look.
It doesn’t matter what we see:
It’s just to be here, you and me,
In silent sympathy.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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