in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious And so every spring I think of e.e. cummings and reread his poem
in Just‑/spring when the world is...in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee -- and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whistles far and wee
Cummings was a New England poet, which is perhaps why, when I read his poems, I am so in
the moment with him. Today, in my garden, which is now experiencing just spring and is
so puddle - wonderful and mud-
lusious I will think of e.e. cummings and thank him for his poem, and his inventiveness
with words which always gives me joy and makes me giggle.