|[in Just-] by E. E. Cummings : The Poetry Foundation|
|Central Ohio, Rt. 4, when the world is mud-luscious and puddle wonderful|
I guess I’ve been posting spring-y photos without labeling them as such and without adding spring-y poems. So before the season is over, here’s a work about spring. I did a half-hearted search for a piece that was new to both B52, but decided nothing matched E.E. Cummings’ “In Just.” It’s been here before. Can you forgive me?