There was a drop in the stock market tomorrow.
Rain is forecast for yesterday.
And as the Dow flooded the streets,
His broker advised him to sell
The thunderheads in his portfolio.
He was ever the clever investor,
Mindful of seasons and cycles,
But in reverse.
And in time, he got rich
Off hot stocks in winter and
Cool bonds in summer.
But then, the day arrived
When lightning reduced him
To charred junk bonds.
His memory fades into mercury
Like midnight sun.
Copyright 2007, by Jon Gregory. Originally written in May 2002.