my grandma used to like
to drive and meet sister Marge
at 8am for coffee and a bite
once a week on Wednesday
on some days she’d be ahead
of schedule and slow down
in her world a proper woman
never sits alone
motorists would honk
hands up in outrage
with every kind of gesture
she smiles at them all
as they roar past
too deaf to know the difference
too blind to admit it
and loving the clear road ahead
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