dirty white sneakers

spring raced in with an embrace

and a hot kiss near cold puddles

on a Jasper Avenue corner

soaked by yellow cab

gasping shocked

laughing at dirty white sneakers

breathing in the warm moist

holding hands


About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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