Just Spring

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.

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