I’m not much of a poet. But weather like last night’s makes me want to at least try.

The Chinook winds marched into town last night,
Banging pots and pans and shouting 
Slogans of change. 

They rattled the windows of the courthouse and
Swung from the trees in Central Park, while the neighbors
Huddled inside, waiting for the 
Revolution to begin.

Around 5 A.M., the weary watchers slept. And,
When they awoke, the streets had been 
Swept clean, the dirty snow
Hauled away. And the grey sun said, 
"Now, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat."

I’m definitely going to need a nap today.


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