Snow Plea

©2016 Karina Pinella

O Blizzard Wizard, direct your gusts upon Siberia.
Get thee to the Rocky Mountains, to the peaks of Mt. Everest.
Go where the altitude is high and the population low.

Our backs are weary from shoveling
And our knuckles white from keeping the car from skating.
Donuts are for eating,
Crazy eights for card playing,

Enough with these demonstrations of near demolitions.
No-fault insurance claims don’t  stop the finger-pointing
Nor do they keep premiums from rising.

Cease the snow,
Hold your breath,
Just go!