e.e. cummings poem for Spring

Before planting new flowers today (marigolds, pansies and daisies), I let my poetry book open to whatever page fell and this is the poem--amazingly wonderful for today. [note: the punction, etc., "errors" are just as they were printed in my book, The Voice is Great Within Us, p. 175

"Spring is like a perhaps Hand" e.e. cummings

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carfully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window,into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
and inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.