Having a bit of melancholy this morning, brought on by several things: finding out exactly how much it is I owe in student loans, the fact that the pharmacy screwed up my prescription yet again, grey skies, contemplating the logistics of packing all this stuff up and moving it this summer.

Went for a long walk with the puppy to try and snap out of it, and came back thinking about the gang of children who live here, and who know everything about who comes and goes and what cars they drive and whether they're mean or not. They've been playing football in the parking lot every night since the weather has warmed up, marking their goals with big rocks which they mostly remember to move off to the side when they're done. One or the other of them has recently discovered graffiti, and every day there's a new tag thrown up on one of the buildings or fences around here, which keeps Robert the Maintenance Guy busy running around and covering them up. It's the beginning of spring here, with the grey and the wind and it's a little nippy for a t-shirt but I wore one anyhow. Somehow, thinking about all this put me in mind of an e.e. cummings poem from way back in Intro to American Lit, and as the puppy and I came back up to the house I thought I'd post it here.

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain