It’s an all-white affair, the blizzard sweeps
in with style, its blinding white tux,
bow tie and stiff starched shirt,
its grandeur, its threats and proclamations,
its show of power. In a flick of its
handsome wrist, it shows us who’s who.
How blankly we stare at its parts,
its top hat and white entrails,
wanting, not wanting its magic entourage
to disappear.