The gospel of the forecast
Whose homily is lived daily by
Could not keep up with the
Wind which hurried the snow along
Not allowing it to exit on cue
The wind kept the snow out much later
As they danced and danced
In the darkness alone
All eyes afraid to enter their theater
For fear of the cold bitten wince
And so the dance continued
As everyone worried the
Snow might be late for
A forecast elsewhere.
-Kelly Voelker
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