Waking up late on Sunday
The afternoon ritual begins:
A trip to the local deli
Sesame seed bagel with butter
Some freshly brewed coffee
A copy of the failing NY Times
Followed by a stroll
Through colorful Central Park,
Sitting on that great lawn,
I can't help but wonder:
Could this actually be heaven?
© 2016
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