Illustrated Poetry

Dear Jasper and Kestrel,

Even though the moving people don’t come to move the furniture until next Wednesday, we are making countless trips with boxes for the new house. Since the kitchen is “my domain”, as Grandpa Nelson says, I need to get it set up so I can find things when I move back up in June. I think he is afraid of lost baking equipment delaying cookie production, but I am happy to get it organized.

In addition, yesterday I made four trips back and fourth on foot, new house to old house and back again. The walk is only about 10 minutes and the spring color is worth every step. I have decided to use one if my favorite poems, and my own photographs, to express my joy in the season. I apologize ahead of time for any errors in spacing. This is special poetry.

INJUST by e.e. Cummings

In Just-

Spring when the world is mud-

Lucious the little lame

Balloon man

Whistles far and wee

And eddieandbill come

running from marbles and piracies and



When the world is puddle- wonderful

The queer

old balloon man


far and wee

and bettyandisbell come dancing

From hopscotch and jump-rope and





goat footed

balloon man whistles


and wee

Author: Judy

I am a new transplant to Portland from Salinas, a small city in Central California. This is a blog about my new city.

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