despite your mother's
life long fascination
with the weather,
the weather channel
being her source
as well as the window
out to her backyard
where snow would rise,
rain would puddle,
winds would bend her trees,
it is the inside weather
that concerns her now.
the heat
within, or cold. that breeze
from an open door or fan
above the table.
the thermostat raised
or lowered
by a strange hand, someone
she sees everyday,
and yet still
doesn't know. how you miss
her asking,
from seven miles away,
is it snowing
there too?
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