Now’s the time
to reconcile
and mend,

with your neighbors
and your kin–
on anything
that has been rent,
or over which
you’ve grown to differ.

If you can,
go make your overture
with grace and style,
it won’t get any easier,

once mercury much higher climbs
and Earth’s trapped air
heats to a blister. . .

So let us all
reach out with love
and smile. . .

And open
to each other. . .

For it may yet
be quite a while
till we can cool
‘neath drenching rain,
and be restored for our next spring
by something we have long not seen:
one heaven-sent
wet winter

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