"As a Poet..." (Blah, Blah, Blah)
it's snowing. At that moment,
that's exactly what I mean.
Because of the snowflakes, I believe
my statement is accurate.
Of course, by now, all of the
flakes are gone, even if they're still
here, because what matters here
is the lack of real time.
I've been warping time since 2 minutes
ago. Anyway, where you are
it's probably spring
or maybe you live in Ecuador where
it's always summer. (Even if it's
not always summer in Ecuador,
I think you know what I'm saying.)
covers a lot of territory and,
as a poet,
that's important to me.