Tag: uncertainty

  • Spring, perchance

    “Spring is like a
    perhaps,”
    e. e. cummings said,
    “hand…”

    For all I know,
    as luck would have it,
    mayhap e. had been
    a weatherman,

    instead of a poet.
    Poets often talk
    about things nothing
    know they about,

    like Spring,
    but as things may turn out,
    e. e. wasn’t talking about Spring,
    but about a hand.

    But Spring’s not here an either
    or proposal; Spring’s neither
    but here nor and there but per
    adventure thru a broken window.