I watched her fall
from the western side,
watched her trembling in the wind.
Lavender skirts lifted high
exposing freshness, hips and thigh.
She was freckled there.
rustling as she slipped,
all the notes down in arpeggio,
guitars or mandolin.
I listened for her sigh,
that slight exhale trapped,
and lying down jubilant.
The vibrancy of her color shocking,
the sour bite of spoiled fruit,
cherry, jacaranda rain,
covering everything around her
Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist and was recently nominated for the Pushcart Award. She’s been published in The Orange Room, Boston Literary Review, Eunoia Review, Apeiron, The Lake, and Knot. Red Dashboard released her first collection, Directions of Folding.