Anahita doesn't understand
the strange expression
in her mother's eyes.

Her light eyes are still,
wide open, luminous even,
but devoid of clues.

So she drifts down
to the sharpie held
by middle and ring finger

then down to the tapestry
dense with arcana,
spread on the tiled floor.

She is too young
to properly recognize
absolute triumph.



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