i saw her today again but this time by Ismael Santillanes

she wore a halo and kept looking out at the parking lot in front of vons eyes fixed on something far away as customers stepped around her said nothing because she was a synonym to holy or homeless whose unsayable staring caught their curiosity and turned themselves only to catch vehicles people coming going pulling carts stacked into one another before walking in through the motion sensor automated doors that blew down  hard to keep out the bugs disappeared into the brightness of commerce perfectly lit items in units of each case bundle box or weighed at the register then through a gust from the air curtain exit to see her still staring and i wished i had her sight to stand there watching an epic battle between heaven and earth a saint with my own circlet of fire stunned in the breeze of wings and blades