I yearn for
Blue and pink
Sunsets
Splashed with
A city landscape
Young children
And their watchful parents
Playing in open hydrant
Angry firemen
Bent on pressure
Cutting off the fun
Till they leave
I yearn for
Those steamy hot days
90-95 degrees
then rain
the smell that comes
from the ground
convertible cadillacs
with whitewalls clean
gleaming motorcycles
shorties in jeeps
with that gangster lean
I yearn for
Baby oil
Cocoa butter
Gold hoops
Tight shorts
Flip-flops
Bikini tops
Bronze skin
Nice smile
Kind wave
Pushing a child
I yearn
The end of Spring
