Weathering

Car No Go

There are cruel winters, cruel summers……

You accept them as best you can

Bear them with disgruntled perseverance

Holding inside a small ache, an annoyance…….

Occasionally you yell at the weather……

A healthy madness, a mild mania…….

The day does not hear your voice…….

You shovel snow from sidewalks

Wipe the sweat from your brow

Waiting for temperate relief

A new climate of reason……

You even pray for the return

Of an older compassionate forecast…….

The meteorologist smiles at this…….

For now…….. you must

Blow heat into your hands

Hide inside your air conditioning……..

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