Springtime Blues no. 2
With my fetching dreadlock bangs
and my au naturel French poodle coat
offset by my dreamy, brown velvet eyes,
if I could just blow this joint
I know I’d find me a man!
Springtime Blues
“It’s Spring and a man’s fancy turns to love…
I can’t hold this pose forever. Where the blazes is that woman anyhow?”
The Dance of the Croci
Whirling dervishes
of Croci
spinning colors
of violet and orange and green
soporific breezes
brushing the sunlit
freshness of air
dizzying sway of seeds
dropping from trees
my head reels
drunk with the nectar
of Spring
MOONSIDE 
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