Spring would not be spring without [pizza].

Spring break has come and Easter is almost here. The patio at Mia's is quite lovely these days, and there is a cool breeze that comes through as I sit and watch folks congregate at Bruster's. Mia meanders through the tables and chairs singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to herself, and I smile knowing that the patio is truly the only place to bring a toddler to eat. Her favorite foods right now are cheese sticks and spinach pie. I too love them, which is a good thing, because I usually end up eating the leftovers. Mia is going through that phase that drives mothers crazy -- she eats like a little bird, and I always find myself offering her just one more bite, just one more, just one last bite. Today I don't mind because I am off from school for ten days, and I can truly relax into my favorite job of being a mother. As I watch my little bitty run about and explore, I read a poem and know that all is right in the world on this patio at Mia's.

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spring omnipotent goddess Thou
e.e. cummings

SPRING omnipotent goddess Thou
dost stuff parks
with overgrown pimply
chevaliers and gumchewing giggly

damosels Thou dost
persuade to serenade
his lady the musical tom-cat
Thou dost inveigle

into crossing sidewalks the
unwary june-bug and the frivolous
angleworm
Thou dost hang canary birds in parlour windows

Spring slattern of seasons
you have soggy legs
and a muddy petticoat
drowsy

is your hair your
eyes are sticky with
dream and you have a sloppy body from

being brought to bed of crocuses
when you sing in your whisky voice
the grass rises on the head of the earth
and all the trees are put on edge

spring
of the excellent jostle of
thy hips
and the superior

slobber of your breasts i
am so very fond that my
soul inside of me hollers
for thou comest

and your hands are the snow and thy
fingers are the rain
and your
feet O your feet

freakish
feet feet incorrigible

ragging the world