Winters
have passed me by,
and
most of them so far,
with rain and some cold wind.
…
Now I have the snow,
New
York have embraced me,
completely,
and
I have adapted.
However,
all
the unsaid words are stuck,
isn’t that
obvious,
you fool and trapped poet?
My
hands are indolent,
and
my computer off,
for
now,
the
falling snow have astounded my view,
and
got my inspiration on standby!
New
York, December of 2000