Spring's Perfumes

SPRING’S PERFUMES Oh, to be in East Lansing Now that spring is there ! And to see the view entrancing And drink cool Miller beer. To be in East Lansing’s main street, Downwind of the rubber-tire plants: And smell the aromas sweet Of the vulcanized implants ! If post mortem I can return, In the style of reincarnation, To watch the plunging sofas burn As they fall down to the car nation, My second life will be fulfilled When I smell the aromas and see The rubber from the sofas spilled Across the sidewalk around me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NOTE Those readers interested in burning sofas may like to read my entire "burning sofa" period of poetry. Look for the three titles : 1 Reasons to Throw Things out of the Window 2 East Lansing Strikes Back 3 The Meteor Sofa People