Yesterday, we pulled into pulled into a parking lot, stepped out of the car to get movies. Awaiting on the ground, a bundle of flowers, a mother's day bouquet from the universe.
by ee cummings
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never (...)
when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)