FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

the guy is sick
the snow is making it worse
the coldness
is prolonging his agony

treatment is expensive
and he has no money
enough for his food and rent
relying on charity

everyday his hands tremble
to every poem that he writes
i tell him, my friend i am reading each poem
and i am trying to understand
how is it to be sick in winter and with no one
how is it to talk to yourself and still be courageous
to be sane for another night
for another day

he walks to the woods
and feeds the birds with the morsels of bread
he takes the path that we have never reached
he talks nonsense, one commented
i put my feet inside his shoes
and i am ten thousand miles away
enjoying summer
and living life and loving love
and i ponder: he is strong
to suffer that long....