If energy is like the water on the planet,not diminished or increased since time began,
but only rearranged, expressed in different ways,
then the energy that passed into the air when
Karen breathed her last, must surely still be here.
Fierceness clothed petitely, bulldog in her
scrubs or running bridges, riding on the back of
Richard's bike, it will take several souls to make
up deficit, to find an outlet for the fight that
kept her going all these years beyond what would
have fallen lesser mortals long ago.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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