in just

Since I first heard this poem, if I had twin girls I was going to name them Betty and Isbel. No, I'm not expecting twins but I thought that I'd share the poem since it is April and the northern part of the country is starting to thaw.

in just-

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

e.e. cummings

The Husband felt The Baby last night.