In children's stories,
golden peacocks splashed
where quaking aspens swayed.
Nap-time plundered
long summer afternoons,
but fluttering midday rustled,
tickling her knees.
She felt her heart bloom, once,
in autumn—under pillow fortresses
where vaults and cloisters hid
their secret oaths and treasure
chest of awakened stars.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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