Spring time!
The trees are bursting with green buds and the birds,
dappled by sun, dart and dash and dance in delight.
The girls stroll down the boulevard wearing so much less
than when weary winter ruled the world. And the colors! Candy pastels and ice
cream pinks!
Children scream and scamper in the new light, their laughter
like bright bells.
Spring time!
Gosh it’s sweet.
Even the dreary Hudson river seems to grin in the April joy
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and if you train your eyes carefully, and follow that river
up towards a little town named Nyack,
and look for a small house corrupted by noxious neighbors
and cat feces,
you’ll find a jew, bitter, beaten, and broken,
sitting near a banjo, sobbing.
And he’s still there.
1 comment:
yeah yeah.......why?
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