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.

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