Winter doesn’t keep a home in Texas;
It just drifts down for the season,
Blows into town for a weekend gig,
Lending all the suntanned women an excuse
For the furs they buy at Neiman’s
And the rangy men a rationale
For the snow tires on their SUVs.
Winter here’s on holiday;
But now and then it does transgress,
Becomes a wretched houseguest,
Strewing a trail of wrecks
On frozen Fort Worth freeways
And spoiling Dallas schedules
With inconvenient blizzards.
©2004 John I. Blair
(Encore)
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