~
A scribbled note passed
from one insider to the next.
The day she runs out of people
she'll conference with birds,
fall asleep a child
and wake up a woman,
broadcasting from home
on the night in question.
A hundred years from today,
she'll hold on to dead flowers
from the fairground encounter.
She will avoid the bridge,
circle instead around
the walls of Jericho.
She'll write upon the wall
like it was her heart.
~