Sherry Carpet is just another name for culchuh

because she never lets us forget National Poetry Month. And lest April get away from some of us before the occasion is duly noted, let me take this opportunity to bring you a little spring thing from e.e. cummings, which I also put into a comment on Sherry's State of Friss just last night:



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 from 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.