for the access-a-ride van to pick us up,
my mother and me,
for the doctor,
for the tech at the imaging center
the cab on york avenue
and the results...
the flowers at the doctor's office
were fake but lovely.
the afternoon shadows on the carpet
at the imaging center, hypnotic.
my mother fell last week and,
it turns out,
fractured a couple of ribs.
still, at 95 that isn't the worst
of possible outcomes.
now she's waiting to heal.