I board a streetcar.
All part of evolution, I once was
a loafer, but have since become a loner. 
And yet this April
with its alcohol-free drip
hits me like booze.  
Maybe, it’s time to build a birdhouse,
direct my efforts at a worthy target.
Or, maybe, time to do some target-shooting.
In other words, there is no consolation. 

Sergey Gandlevsky

Traducci ón al inglés de A. Stesin