spring again

spring came / the same way winter left & summer will come & summer will leave;        slowly / when no one's expecting it when people are tired of waiting like waiting for welfare checks / a long wait/             a slow wait the windows are open but butterflies don't fly in to display a sense of love / only housefly enter to sit on food       &eat crumbs & dreams escape / & become stolen      & lost      & used & wasted        & thrown away & dreamed anew the junkies sit on the stoop & nod themselves into dreams / maybe into the ones which escaped & stinkball is played & on warm nights        the ghetto musicians play our ghetto song on garbage can tops         & bang on empty coke bottles & sound real ch é vere :tomorrow the junkies will sit on the stoop & nod themselves into dreams / stickball will be played / the streets will become chalked with 1st and 2nd & 3rd bases hop scotch will become a game & tops will spin on sidewalks / & everyone will anticipate summer.