when will the snow start?

she's never

seen snow, she's from Florida.

Key West.

she's so

excited, still tanned

and wearing

her red bikini

and baby seashells

around her neck.

she can't stop watching

the weather channel

and listening to all of the

dire predictions.

anywhere between

two and three feet

of snow

is in our future,

they say.

she keeps looking up into

the sky,

like a child

waiting for Santa Claus

to arrive.

when, she says, when will

it begin to fall?

when when when,

she says, stamping her

flip flops against

the floor.

i look up

at the cloudless sky.

the sun is out.

there's a blue jay

on the fence.

relax, i tell her, have another

pina colada,

the weatherman

isn't always right.