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The event

The event of three minutes

Was a few words between the two,

Which swept across three families,

Multiple goods and uncertainties,

Outright unknowns,

And palpable forces at hand.

There were three exchanges,

Nods of gratitude therewith,

A promise for the coming week

And a brightness, 

Not hedged or doubted

In their shine of concord,

All in a walk through a wintry compost

That seeded weather warnings

And spotters elsewhere.