Hot Dogs,Stains, and Everything Else that makes a Waterbury Spring

Spring comes to Waterbury and,
the hot dog lady makes her specialty, and
the stains on my Clyde Whittemore
Little League uniform show themselves again.
Spring comes and,
the sound of lawn mowers purrs again and,
bug spray stings your eyes again.
Spring comes and,
the sound “Splash” is a common sound at the Waterbury
Rez. again,
The smell of burgers on my Dad's grill taunt me.
Spring comes and,
the pop of your baseball bat rings in your ear and,
the feeling of walking into a cool hockey rink after
playing in the hot air hits me again.
Spring comes and,
I get to see my brother again after his college year and,
smell, taste, feel, and sound are what tells us it is
Another Waterbury spring.