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.
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