And an ocean,
Like a hyphenated surname
That is meant to join
But shows definite distinction.
We sit in different countries
Waiting for the storm to pass
And reveal a brighter page
Of this horror story.
But for now, let's rely upon
Summer
To sweat our brains out
So that when we finally
Get to dance together,
It isn't on a camera screen
But in real life-
Like a bouquet of flowers
Swaying in unison
To a beautiful breeze
That is God's exhalation to announce-
The storm has passed.
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