When I Find You I-‘ll Know Why
I Feel The Need To Be Divisible By Nine, And
Why The Occasional Snowflake Soothes Me.
I Know You-‘ll Confide In Me,
You-‘ll Whisper It To Me In Another Language And I-‘ll Say,
-Å—yes, Finally! I Understand The Snow,
I Understand My Divisions, I Understand You.-
There, Shining Before Me, Is The Old Bakery,
With Its Neon Flower And New Name,
-ŗla Camelia, - And I Think How Wonderful It Must Be
To Have A New Name And A New Language, And
Be Calmed By The Snow And Divided By Nine