Something short and sweet for the season and my friend Erin, who knows a lot better than I (eg. Prague vs. Miami) what the long-awaited joy of Spring means.
(Apologies to the author for the lack of correct spacing...)
E. E. Cummings | in Just-
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old baloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
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yes. wee, indeed. i remember the poem well.
july 4. scallops, philly, miami, durham what? let's get the band back together. i need a vaction with many, many friends in proximity, and the anniversary of the independence of our country is the only time i can swing. call it a solid week of sun, poker chips, swimsuits, hot tubs, and ept conversation. rally the troops.
check indyweek.com on weds. for my reappearance in the world of journalism in re: the duality of kevin farmer, master baker and the chair of the democratic party, durham co. let the good place to be phoenix rise. talk to you soon.
Posted by bissey on May 1, 2007
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