lace fallen
covers fold incidental snares
angel slips

strong hand
gripping bond up from the mud
gently strokes to painful press
as recommended
to release her

(this too shall pass
tomorrow as yesterday
add to the pile)

softly, as a whisper
"a piece of yourself you gave
I am indebted"

she places my hand on her breast
and disappears

I will never forget

(Nov 23 1996)

(Editor's note: doesn't that sound sensual?  It's about pulling people out of the ditch with my truck.)