Venice in Snow

Winter has taken a vacation in Venice this year

He was as welcome as death

The children played and laughed in a different way

All the politicians in Russia stopped laughing

Colors in a Peter Maxx

Faded to an almost clear shade of fuchsia


And banana yellow in a taxi

We all see what we want to see

but cannot change the changed facts

No one and nothing stays the same

All must come to grips with this, our brains intact

Tomorrow the groundhog is making a comeback

He will look down and see a white shadow

Something he has never seen before

and Phil will say,

“Don’t look back

You can never look back.”

by Evelyn M. Wallace   © March 12, 2018


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