she stands on the balcony
of the bridge
in the air,
gazing through the tunnel
of the red sun that-
as it beams down on the river,
falls,
beneath the tops
of the evergreen trees-
down-

her life falls down
through the clouds
past the heavens
of an absent authority
to a blown off planet-
a broken heart,
tattered and beaten,
destroyed
but not
gone-

can she save it-
can her soul
be helped?
Not when she falls off:
the red sun,
gone
and crushed
against the tops
of the evergreen
trees