Here’s the poem for day two. One of my all-time favorites, and it’s in Forget-Her-Nots. The punctuation probably gives it away. 
“your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as
Spring opens
(touching skillyfullymysteriously) her first
rose.”
And if you have a minute, check out Stephanie’s interview with me at Juiciliciousss Reviews today!
Is it ee cummings? He is the first one I think of when I think of poets who don’t like punctuation (or rather who use spaces as punctuation).
Yes. It’s a wonderful poem.