Over Both
In the hazel space where
eternal youth meets time
and time begins to win,
my mother's smile triumphs
over both and chooses
to love in the boring spaces
in a camel hair coat
on the back roads of Ohio.
The light in the waiting room
is soft and kind; near
calamity has plucked
the strawberries from her
heart, but still, she smiles
the demure yes of love
to some hope on the horizon
beginning to take shape.
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