According to Buddha

Everything changes, nothing remains without change.

 out from my window across from the city
i have what’s considered a good view
two blocks from the subway, three from the fountain
where i walk to break in new shoes
she stands on the sidewalk just waving at taxis
like horses in parades in passing
i ask where she’s headed she tells me,
Ohio, i’ve not seen my mother in ages
it’s been a long time, a real long time.

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Highway 21, Central Alberta ~ May 2015.