Denizens of the Deep
The marsh is melting
and
all the turtles in their hibernacula
deep down under the melting ice
will soon emerge
and the marsh will sing
the chorus of the Spring Peeper
and the salamanders will emerge
with the urge to murge
and joy and the life force
will fill the air
and lift the fog
enveloping my soul.
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?”
MOONSIDE 
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