Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
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
an inch of air there) and 

without breaking anything.