
She joined 350 millions souls
it was gained
purely
as her handwriting changed
for another round
streams carving through stone
movement changing stillness
stillness changing movement
she stopped talking
doing
sitting as it happened
cars speeding by
then gone
a gang rambling along
blow torches ready
breathing she saw nothing move to all
in
out
lungs filled
lungs empty
life bursting
dissolving into yesterday
200,000 years ago
the air is sticky
a bee lurks closely
catching the sent of her strawberry perfume