KATHERINE ANN

She died alone in a hotel room,
the only one left she could afford,
just a dog and interviewers
calling to write her obituary
before she had died.

She died alone in a luxury room,
with her dog, and the secretary
who was trying to bring order
to her life.

They died alone,
having never quite gotten to their lives,
having never quite gotten to the work to be done,
having never quite gotten to what they were capable of,
hitting destiny, but missing the target,
could have been,
by a mile.