I know I posted this last year but I couldn’t help posting it again. I love this poem.
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little lame baloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddyandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
……..
excerpt from in Just by e.e. cummings
