springs cumming – november 1983


Living in Melbourne in the early eighties, I became obsessed with the poet e.e. cummings for a while … this is my stumbling attempt at his style.


captivated

by smiles gestures and rubbings

he was

funny

when it happens along

i thought

when you least expect it

and

straightens your back

with a spring

in your step

into spring


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