the fish almost swam right by

carl v. just pointed out that April is National Poetry Month and we at the fish are ashamed to say we almost missed it. i think jennsee and i are going to have to double-time it to make up for this lack of poetica notica - especially since carl v. in the same post told fishies to swim by our pond for a little dose of verse (thanks carl!!)

so here's one to start:


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.