According to my best calculations, spring began about two hours ago at 17:32 hours UTC today. And although it doesn’t feel like spring here in Amarillo (27 degrees and blowing snow), my thoughts are drifting away from the prospects of ObamaCare and towards warmer days and a favorite poem of mine 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