The Black Walnut Tree – Mary Oliver
My mother and I debate
Across the
steam from
Dark strong
coffee.
She argues
with my
Choices,
decisions.
She wishes I
would have
Turned out
more like her,
But never
says so deliberately.
I want
things to go back to
The way they
were,
Before I knew
the taste
Of sun roasted
Columbia.
Time changes
everything.
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