Gray Skies

I do not listen.

She does not hear.

Raising decibels fails to make either more clear,

so we each slow our speech

like the other is perceived

to be aboard short, yellow transit.

Still, we fail to understand sh!t

the other has to say, but we care,

ultimately enough to persevere

and THAT eventually turns

our gray skies clear.

-HymnAgen