All these Mothers

All these play group mothers take their
Turn flailing on the Big Rug,
Tossing their scorpion glances then
Trading them the next second for
A quicksand gasp, teetering
Over the abyss of another
2 Year Old Afternoon
Beating back a thousand buzzing
Answers, and hearing almost
Nothing useful at all.

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