Inspiration

[_box_spring_hog]

I have spent 30 years without seeing but 3 or 4 dead people.
She has seen more than you can count on all your fingers and toes.

I concoct smoke out of air.
She burns into stone the image of lava cooling in to rock.

I crumble over one person.
She is still walking around after walking around the world.

I sing and dance to people who can't live.
People sing and dance to her as they die.

I am honored and humbled at her being at all.
I am not, but want to be worthy of her.

I think I will be.