Cleveland in the Seasons
Cleveland is sharp-edged potholes in concrete roads on side streets.
Many walk on the street because the sidewalk's not cleared.
You see more shades of grey-brown-blah than anywhere else you've ever been.
Cleveland is pink and white blossoms on -- and yellow daffodils under -- every tree.
There are lots of trees.
Cleveland is mud.
Cleveland is the smiling feeling you get when the sun finally shines.
Fireflies shine too, filling the deepest, darkest places in shrubs and trees.
The summer lasts long enough. The fireflies don't.
It's dry for a while.
Cleveland is a smooth ride over finished roadway projects.
But you've seen this before; Cleveland is remembering what was, and what's to come.