In bloom

Spring is in town and it's marvellous.

Spring is like a perhaps hand 


(which comes carefully 


out of Nowhere) arranging 


a window, into which people look (while 


people stare


arranging and changing placing 


carefully there a strange 


thing and a known thing here) and


changing everything carefully



spring is like a perhaps 


Hand in a window 


(carefully to 


and fro moving New and 


Old things, while 


people stare carefully 


moving a perhaps 


fraction of flower here placing 


an inch of air there) and



without breaking anything.

e e cummings