So let’s celebrate it! Or, you know, post a poem because it’s nearing the end of the week. This is by e.e. cummings, who tells us you don’t have to worry about syntax or capitalization to make a poem:

into the strenuous briefness
handorgans and April

i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tins
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight

i smilingly
glide. I
into the big vermilion departure

(Do you think?)the
i do,world
is probably made
of roses & hello:

(of solongs and, ashes)