It's Springtime
We can cast off heavy woolen
Coats, slacks, sox, scarves and
Leather boots
We don't have to turn the heat
To 70 degrees or higher
To keep warm
No need for the
Car defroster on
No more shivering
Enroute to the bus stop
We can shampoo our carpets
Scour Venetian blinds
Shellac our wood floors
We can happily unearth
And dust off our bicycles
For family outings
In Flushing Meadow Park
We can jog in Alley Pond Park
Or along Kew Gardens Road
Without our eyes tearing or
Nose freezing
We can lie on our back terrace
Soak up dulcet sun
Smell redolent flowers
See squirrels scurrying
For acorns in parks
Or among Tudor homes
We can hear birds conversing
No more hibernating
We can live again
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