Women of Substance We are made whole in this last quarter Of life, by the hands and Shoulders of each fine Female. We go on. Sometimes I think I need to wait for the scents of us, the last trails of happy Riding into where the parallel lines merge. I want you to walk the Last track with me each of us with flowers in our hair like living bouquets. Our joy Is in the touch Of nail polished fingers, of long hair blowing conducting Me Out. Caroline Shank 10.13.2025