Spring!

Amidst waning patches of ice treacherous enough to deter even the most dedicated joggers, pools of water puddle on every available surface, while an ocean of snow slips down the storm drain in a thin but steady stream. Chris says it is bound to get cold again, but the sunny fifty-degree weather leaves me in a comfortable state of denial. In honor of the occasion, some e. e. cummings:

it's

spring

and

         the

                  goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles

far

and

wee