This poem is about spring
Changing everything carefully
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious
Cummings knew his springtime.
Spring is like a perhaps hand
by E. E. Cummings
III
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 …