It’s going to snow tonight in New York— So what.
The darkness in our eyes will fall first.
Not in Manhattan or Roosevelt Island.
Nor in any other places.
It’s busy all day long, it's not yet coming to an end
but we're ready to stop whatever we're doing.
Or at least we begin to wait, and sense
it will be the darkest night of the year tonight.
I see birds flying over the horizon—
they must have learned about the weather too.
They're looking for a landing, in panic
like the darkness in our eyes.
Where is it going to be? Everyone says it's New York
where the snow will fall. It’s not yet confirmed
but one thing's for sure: tomorrow we'll be shrouded by snow,
or completely veiled by our own darkness.
