Daffodils erupt out of cracked
stone. Shattered window
glass reflect their downward
praying heads.
Rusty nails poke
abandoned
beams. Slices of mortar
lay
like abandoned sandwiches.
When the bomb came
it missed her by a
minute.
She sings to drown out the sound
that
reverberates
on
but salutes the pristine sky.