{ as soon as you've rearranged the mess in your head. }

[delga]

As ever, when I don't have the time to post properly, I post poetry. Am on a cummings kick this week.

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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 here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro 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.

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The Mother and I are off to Leicester to (a) have my blouses re-fitted and (b) buy bangles/shoes. Smashing! (Whilst sari shopping can be massively exhausting, bangle-shopping is really too much fun.) Photos later, natch.