I realize now
that the poem I gave you
was incomplete. I forgot to mention
the cold and the fog
you see spackling out your mouth
when it comes down upon
the sky. Clearly
I meant to include that bit but
you know how it is you
get on the train and think
you'll do this and that when you get there
but not here.
Here is only a moment
but moments are all so
I'm looking
at it now and remembering.
