In Just

I just want to share the poem "In Just," by e.e. cummings. It's a nice little poem that might just brighten your day.

In Just-

spring when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame baloonman

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 baloonman whistles

far and wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and

the

goat-footed

baloonMan whistles

far

and

wee

I think I want it to be spring, it least in poems I do. Especially with the cold air.

Shannon