a woman, outstretched arms and yellow dress like daffodils:

leaning slightly backwards, as if the headlights and night quiet

is pushing her back-

and then she falls,

like a god when his name is forgotten,

or like a world

when it no longer belongs to anyone.

she falls

softly and all at once,

the road under her dress

and the world under her head.

shouting something about love

that i don't quite remember.