This poem is about spring

Changing everything carefully

in Just-

spring          when the world is mud-

Cummings knew his springtime.

Spring is like a perhaps hand

by E. E. Cummings


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 …

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