Summer Bliss

I soak up the sun 
on a Saturday morning
getting lost in my book 
as cars continue to 
make noise as they drive by,
I tune out the loud 
sounds of the street.
After several attempts 
due to my lack of reading 
interest, I finally found a spot 
where I can sit back and read,
the story I went to New York for.
There are so many lines
I underline with my pen
they remain in my head
going inside someone else’s brain
to understand my own patterns
the power of words on a page 
I sit there for an hour and a half
as people come and go.