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"Finally Spring"

Finally spring

Anticipation of
Brooklyn brunches
Crop top lunches
Double Dutch and
Easy breezy
Fruit stand smoothies
Gentrified greenery
Harlem harems
Ice cold beers in
Jukebox joints and
Kaleidoscope prints as
Luminosity lingers in
Morningside Heights
Noon on 9th Ave and
Omnipotent warmth
Passing through
Queens and
Riding onto the
Staten Island ferry
Toddlers tiptoe in sandboxes
Under the shade
Vicariously, parents
Watch on in reverence
Xylophonic murmurings of the
Yearnings for summer
Zestfully fill the air
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