E.E Cummings poem

o by the by`
o by the by
has anybody seen
little you-i
who stood on a green
hill and threw
his wish at blue

with a swoop and a dart
out flew his wish
(it dived like a fish
but it climbed like a dream)
throbbing like a heart
singing like a flame

blue took it my
far beyond far
and high beyond high
bluer took it your
but bluest took it our
away beyond where

what a wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmurs little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
me why people let go

``E.E.Cummings`

A lady I met by chance in scotland sent me this after I sent her an email called purple trees
I liked the poem so am puting it here

no computer and life is still shaky in that I dont know how long I live where I am living and how long my new job will last

ALl my friends are well and family