To the prompt:
She had the best laugh–
I’d hear it in my sleep.
Ringing out over the cemetery
the one we could not avoid on our homeward walks together
managing to slice sharply through even that long-still air
the blade of a fan made of light and love.
The way it burst from her throat
At the oddest moments
with our fleece-mittened hands a swinging pendulum between us
was the one thing
that could remind me
that all this
is surely so
(Sigh) Still, with the cemetery reference. And the past-tense. But I blame the given-to-me opening line for the past tense, and the poem is “positive” overall.
–The Girl in the Orange