temporary destiny

I wish I could announce that
the prophecy has been fulfilled
but it was more like a prediction
a certainty, even

we all knew the huge banks
of snow that preoccupied us
where I in particular wallowed
labouring interminably
with shovel, scoop, blower and
wearing too-warm full winter gear

all that finally melted away
as we knew it would
as we predicted

at the time it felt like prophecy
an impossible dream
now it went almost unnoticed
as the last little patch
on my lawn

about six feet below
the indomitable summit
(where the summit used to be)
trickled away
in the unseasonable
of a spring afternoon

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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