driving home from yoga class
loose and relaxed in the dark
we talked about our parents
and their failing mental capacities
talked and drove until we saw
the lights of a city and realized
we’d been traveling in the wrong direction
for half an hour.
Laughed, drove home.
What else is there to do?
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