from this point forward

a woman
lies in the street
on the center line.
she's wearing
nice shoes, pink,
and a hat
to match
her handbag.
cars stop,
or go  around
her, but no one
gets out
to help her up.
they yell at
her to get out
of the way,
but she doesn't
budge.
her hands
are folded
on her chest,
her eyes are
open. she has
reached a stage
in life
where everything
from this point
forward will
be different.