permanent

 Another mom poem extended to think about what lasts (nothing) and what doesn't (everything.)

permanent

-- steve peterson

We trick ourselves with words.

Mom’s permanent teeth

go missing with age.

Permafrost melts

into puddles.

A marriage sunders

prior to death.

Around the granite mountain

a slope of talus.

Even the stream of time

contains eddies.

Dip in a toe.

Feel the 

urgent current

tug.