Sidney Beck Poet Quatrain

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.

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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

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Andrea Dietrich April 17, 2012 at 6:50 PM hmmm, something tells me it is not the typical sweet spring perfume smell!! Interesting work from you. How are you, Sidney?