Kitty Fenlon's Last Day

          

 

          That day Kitty Fenlon,

 

propped up in her bed,

was staring at the bedspread.

 

Snow melting in her eyes

fell, tiny bells,

into the valley far below.

 

Suddenly, arms spread wide,

a blizzard of hair,

she swept outward

 

off  her ledge,

into the sky

across the room.

 

We stared at her

non-plussed face,

the four pillows tucked behind her.