in Just

I’ve mentioned here before about how much the poem “in Just-” has wedged itself into my imagination. I feel like posting it today. Every year at about this time, snippets surface right behind my eyes and I feel alright. Rain is falling, flowers blossom, trees are a-blooming, and the world is puddle-wonderful.

in Just-
BY E. E. CUMMINGS

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

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