The Aftermath

The clouds have cleared 
The rain has passed
The sun beams down again.
The smells of the night before
Still linger on the air,
Clinging, it seems, to cloth and wall alike.
Families meander by outside,
Along sidewalks and pathways
Leaves crinkling underfoot,
While all is still inside.
In the centre
Of the house
As the dust turns a slow dance 
Across reaching sunbeams
A shimmering white marble girl
Lies as though asleep
A jumble of limbs
A soft smile etched upon her upturned face
The bright afternoon light 
illuminating her features in repose.

Daily prompt: Michaelangelo’s You

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