What's Under The Purple

Another leaf falling by the wayside
Life on empty
It is time for disintegration
Where does the chlorophyll purple go
How does something rich
And succulent become
Brown and crackly

On my morning walks
I quite often pass an old shriveled
Woman stooped in oblivion
I've passed her hundreds of times
On her way to church
She never takes her eyes off the ground
I think of her without chlorophyll

I am horrified she shuffles
Through the decaying leaves
I imagine we are all waiting for the
Street sweeper
I wonder about the purple of her heart

I look for brown on my body
I am panic stricken as I seek out my purple