She was there I saw her, standing near the street corner lonely and alone Patiently waiting for a bus while a breeze from the bay caressed her flowing dress.
She bore the look of time passage perhaps she was thinking of it, slipping through her fingers.
Fixated she turned a gold ring on her finger for the last time, as her soul acted upon her solute in a gradual dissolution of her form.
Stopped at a red light I turned to look again, a trolley bell rang ' she was gone.
