Quantum Metaphysics, or, Should I Start Getting Dressed Now?

Until I look out the window,
it has not snowed, says
TV 9 meteorologist
Hal Schroedinger.

Or it has,
chirps up Hank “The Cat”
Stelling from the sports desk.

The wave form of the moment
collapses into a silver box which contains
your annoyance or lack thereof
as to whether or not you should
leave early for work based on
the weather.

Practical magic, you say, beats this
Doppler crap every time, as you pull back
the curtain over the window
above the driveway.

For the one moment
before you draw it away and reveal
what’s true

you wistfully consider
how much power
Hal’s cosmos offers
a schmuck like you.