we'd been walking, you see, through this field.
next to a bridge an old woman had splayed herself in the green grass.
her eyes were closed.
we circled like big hungry birds wheeling in the blue sky. i touched her:
Maam, are you alright?
she started awake: my my, I'd just got so...tired....so very tired in this heat.thank you kindly. reckon I'll get on home.

she had a haze of holiness--or was it pollen--like guadalupe's halo on a cheap candle burning its mortal wick. her and i, we didnt need to say nothing further, both knowing it wont be long till her body is no longer flesh but carrion in actuality: next time it will be real buzzards prodding her to wake and knowing that she wont.