A Choice of Colors
A Choice of Colors
For Mom 2024
It is a conspiracy of years
that pulls down the leaves
dries the creek beds
blackens a leg.
It must be cheerfully
countenanced
but the fear and rage
overwhelms.
Only when an ending
is better than
the next minute or two
does the last faltering step
become the bravest one
we will take.
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