into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness, friends

i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight

i smilingly glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
swim, sayingly;

(Do you think?) the
i do, world
is probably made
of roses & hello:

(of solongs and, ashes)

1 Comment

  1. Billie Elliott Mallison says:

    The first stanza describes how I feel about life as I am turning 60 in April. I want to charge laughing into the rest of my days with e.e. cummings; what a pick me up!

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