Spring: Noisy Cars, Melting Snow, and e.e. cummings--

 Ahh, spring. When flowers bloom, it rains all the time, and the noisy vehicles return to their cruising up and down the streets of our little town. It's not that they can't fix their loud, erratic, fart machines--they don't want to. Revving engines, intentionally backfiring, super-loud exhausts... yah, you get the idea. I wouldn't hire them to fix my car, but these home-grown tinker-masters are happy to proclaim that they, too, know their way around a wrench or something. I dunno. I'd rather hear the birds.

All that aside, it is spring, and it's nice to open the windows when it's warm enough. And the long-range forecast looks warm, if a little extra damp. I won't mind seeing the last of the decrepit snow piles that hug the bases of trees and hide in the shadows under cars.

So, here's a poem for you, one of my favorites. I like it because it reminds me that the season is not just about noisy cars and damp weather. It is also, like the poet says, "puddle-wonderful." 

Have a good day,

C

[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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