and in that first spring breeze
not yet warm yet no longer winterly
and plenty cheeky for sure,
they will turn up the radio
down by the riverside
to play those long lost tunes and twirl
and swivel until night finally falls.
the promenade so far and wide
with its old untameable cobble stone
and rusty, retired train tracks
and view of the city’s silhouette
will swiftly turn into Tuxedo Junction
where cars park, gents sip, ladies chat.
and it will be so and it will be sweet
and then summer will hit with glistening heat.
but until then, it will merely be spring
with unbearable lightness and poise.