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For my mother, who never once

turned around, picked up the rock,

and threw it back

 

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I understood my Mother today,

at least an aspect of her,

her happiness, her determination

which for many years I watched,

hot, gnawing my bones,

jackal-like and slit-eyed,

from a distance.

How could she?

 

This: she refused,

like each living thing,

was simply incapable

of walking towards sure

defeat, of perishing

willfully.