Art Fair
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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