I went to an art fair this morning,
The breadth
of the talent immense.
Don’t know
if they knew of the warning
Of some
thunderstorms, maybe intense.
The day
started muggy, but sunny
And all of
the art was displayed,
In hopes of
exchanges for money,
In booths
which provided some shade.
Yet the
weather prediction was fitting,
Since a
storm barreled in much too fast
For the
artists to do much outwitting
Before the
intensity passed.
I hope all
that art was protected
When the
winds whipped on by, all a’howl.
With Nature,
it’s not unexpected
That a fair
will turn into a foul.
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