winters past

As the predictions became increasingly dire

and winter storm watches

snowballed

into winter storm warnings,

Boston's snow plows used to

line up, engines rumbling,

like star players on the varsity team,

waiting for the starting whistle

of the championship game.

 

They'd descend on the thickly covered streets,

hungry for action,

unflagging in their quest

to defeat the latest nor'easter

and emerge, once again,

local heroes.

 

Now they're permanently benched,

the hype of each forecasted blizzard

fizzling

into the latest disappointment.

Made obsolete,

left only with memories

of past glory days.

Completed August 1, 2024.