She carried his laughter
like a trembling daisy
into the eye of the storm
a dull wind stirred
the dust and discarded
wrappers at her feet,
yet she remained pristine,
clean as a cat and as smug,
her treasure clasped
in her hands, which folded
around it as if in prayer.
There, where the sun
glinted off shards of glass
like a field of glittering diamonds,
she turned her face
to the sky and listened
for that sweet song
that made the angels blush.
There, she laid it down, then
turned around, turned
inward, toward home.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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