en passant I walked upon a woman crying blood into her hands she asked me for my help but I could not understand a little girl came up to me her hair shining brightly in the sun she reached up and offered a toy held tightly in her hand I smiled and waved remembering I turned around a pool of blood still soaked the ground stained glass windows colored the glare ripped pigeon wings an angel had escaped and left them there white dove preparing the space ritual dancing through time loneliness makes birth into the world a soul without a face a passage through life in haste for my dear friend Amanda Kay Corso January 18, 1980 - April 15, 2008