I trekked down to the banks of the New River last week, and
I was reminded of the e.e. cummings poem, which I've shared
below.

[in Just-]

by e.e. cummings

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 balloonman 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