The denier was wrong and
acknowledged this to
anyone who wanted to listen.
There was no line up of interest so
I was left to bore people on my own.
The great maharaja was wrong.
Snow had fallen as predicted and
in the amount forecasted.
Ten inches is a lot of white
especially when packed by the wind.
My body was shaken.
The vibration of the snow-blower,
the stopping, changing gears,
changing direction of the snow flow,
running out of gas, and fixing breakdowns
plus the hand shoveling necessary
took the starch out of me.
I bought bird seed as
I went on about being wrong.
It happens so seldom that
I let people know when it happens so
they will believe I am human.
Buying seed helps this cause.
They know I am not bitter.
People will say that a storm is coming and
I reply, “There will be no snow, until its time.”
Most times I am right, but when
they point out all the drifts and accumulation,
I merely say, “It is time.”
I call that making a right out of a wrong.
Why not? It is just another blow,
and spring is on the horizon.
Stanislaus Kuperski
December 29, 2015^
Steve Haarman 