It’s March and yet it feels like Spring and yeah, you gotta’ be
from Cleveland to get that joke but it’s March and yet it feels like Spring.
Lord, we offer up praises for pretty miracles and women finally wearing skirts because it’s March
and yet it feels like Spring.
Somewhere, an iris erupts through melting snow.
Deep Cleveland Lenten Blues Chorus X
fertility goddess groove
on pedestals of clogs and she kicks off her shoes. man…you know she frolics through spring flowers dances down the rain and drums men into a frenzy
with those this lil’ piggy went to markets. I should be riffing on Mark’s meditation reporter glow or Terry’s face on the verge of combustion
but the only tune I can return to is the fact that she takes her shoes off in class.
man…. how much you wanna’ bet those toenails are painted?
