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



Amanda Corso - I love you