Spring came in like
A little girl with a missing tooth
Skinned knees, all flying hair and
Fierce energy.
The air was fresh with lilacs
And new mown lawn,
While across the evening city
Sirens shriek and wail
Impatiently at early drunks
And crack heads with pinball eyes
Praying to parking meters and
Passing strangers
For another day.
The market’s up and running,
Farmers selling flowers, fruit and
Culture to the toxic tune of car exhausts.
Four day beards and Birkenstocks
Weave through outdoor bars
And patios…bursting at the seams.
Half a dozen languages saying
Nothing much…just kicking back
And watching winter fading
In the mirror as waiters whisper
Thank you sirs and madams
As they’re gliding
Gracelessly between the tables
And the chairs.
Suburban angels from another hell
In biker leather chic
Rest their aging, aching, asses
Against the polished steel and chrome
Of all their childhood fantasies
Of running away from home.
And me? I never thought I’d live this long
To be in love past sixty five
With tired bones and
Angry feet…some days raging
At a world gone nuts.
And I would meet her on the bridge
Each night…take her hand and walk her home
And ask about her day.
Spring came in like a little
Girl with a missing tooth…
Laughing imp and magical
Like a stained glass memory.
Blues
Feb.28 2014
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