a childs’ ballet
she pirouetted
across
the room
like
angel dust
flowing
from heaven
unnerved
by the rising water
her forced smile
belied by tears
hands reaching
toward heaven
sending spirit
to God
fulfilling a promise
to dance
and not despair
after Katrina
whisked grandmother
away
Donovan
1 comment:
lovely image and great last line
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