If you can see
Past parting clouds and lowered masks,
Don’t wait for the lull to pass-
Speak quickly.
Weather patterns
Repeat forever, blow in and out,
And sever the lines of communication
A seasoned eye discerns
A word rightly spoken
Can lift the fog of interaction
And expectation to wind;
To see what’s broken
Is to mend.
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