lightning strike

today

it was a woman with

a limp newspaper above her head

reading the headlines slipping down

her face

she wept into her seat

blue dress unfit for any season

red heels stuck balancing sunsets

meanwhile

the subway poured on

the city filled with reflections of her

a story played on the comic panel glass

of how this would be it

the moment

the time told to future generations

who will look at awe at what was built before

from architecture to love to them there

seeing if the clothes will fit them

ruining the shoes

saying how the saved newspaper had no important dates

even if the obituary was full

of a stop coming before the start

i read about her

years later

without recognizing the name

and

commenting in coughs

what a weird way to go