Today the snow is falling and I feel as though there is poetry here and it makes me think of you and how long since I have seen a new poem and I wonder how you are. I close my eyes and there you are again! My glamorous friend!(Not to worry - I know that may be all in my mind.) I am peeking through the window once more and your head is thrown back in laughter. Your wine glass lays on its side on the floor by your feet. Oh, I think it might be a wild time...
I hope you are so happy, dear!
(New York, january 2008)