DOT... LETTER... WORD...
The holy road leads from the snowy
Hills into the snowy city.
It’s hard here for the snow to stay
White, you even need a committee
To clear a line of sight to the hills.
Sometimes you just want to go out
And ski! My gosh, your wrists and ankles
Are vibrating! The heck with the gout!
And paradoxically, all
The rules make sense, how to hold
Your ankle and your wrist—your mind
Flows, you’re hot inside and cold.
Yaacov David Shulman