She checks a box
that says load the wash;
sits down to rest
and to gather her thoughts.
Eyes shining brightly
her hair is a mess;
dancing around lilies
stepping on her dress.
Torn letters fill her garden
falling from her hands;
that once held the riches
taken by every man.
Spinning in circles,
embraced by the light;
a tornado of freedom,
and a beautiful flight.
Evening sun warms her skin
in a firefly scene;
she lays down her body
now anchored and free.
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