The two of us in the car

On the way home
When her phone rings,
Making the little ding-a-ling sound.

I say, MOM! You know you can turn the volume down
If you don’t want to pick up.

She curtly replies:
Meh, I don’t even want to do that.

(It’s not true. She just forgets where the button is.)
We drive along with the ding-a-ling.

The concert of being next to her.


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