it must be her

a wonder lingers
across time and territory
where we met mere minutes
and hours of an autumn day

what has become of her?

we drove Ootlewah-Ringgold Road
in Tennessee, her long brown hair 
unfurled out the open car window

shiny Zildjian cymbals tucked in the back
of the vintage V-8 where we heard
DJ Sandy Beach on am radio1520
WKBW radio Buffalo, my home, far away

but what about her--determined
with sensibility and drive
to get herself through another day
the woman of strength about to make a pitch 

at a pawn shop bargaining integrity
just to be on her way 
again in her buckskin jacket
to live another day toward hope

what's become of her?
three decades have passed

she's written between lines and on
the book's cover, "Show and Tell"
show and tell she does, and 
has found her calling,

she's seen the sun
rise up, set, shine bright again
in pastures, where she rescues children 
and horses, then gives praise in healing hoof patters
surely heard by the sacred Son