The Switch. Poem by Marshall E Gass

In this part of the world its sunny and sweaty
and the just- past- spring air is making a mockery
of the ice and traffic jams in other parts of the world
where people are freezing.

We did not send the weather gods to capture
the sunshine and bring it here. But we did pray that
it rains equally in all parts and the weathermen
makes less mistakes on the forecast.

Whoever spoke of global warming must have had
a cold heart, or his wife would not have massaged him
the morning he took his notes to the world forum
of weather watchers and spoke all that dribble
about two inches of the ocean rising!
He is now a wife beater.

These weather tricks are dished out by people
up there, around a round table who decide
who gets what. Anyone who mocks a weatherman
again will get an umbrella and a sunhat
as a punishment with a note saying:
Please use this in summer and this in winter.

But even as we argue about such small things
the grass grows quietly
above or beneath the snow and ice.

There is a moment when all things will come equal
and the people upstairs will sleep
and the people downstairs will make
children.

Author Notes
Crazy? Thats what they said. But please read this one carefully. Gte under th skin of the poem and discover the rattlesnakes. I don't want those 'nice poem' stuff.
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