In her moment of joy she has forgotten her tugging children, their give me, give me wails.
She laughs laughs like a woman should never laugh so the two widow on the park bench stare and huddle to gossip-whisper.
Women these days don't know how to be ladies!
Her children have fallen breathless, in the grass behind. She laughs like wild, water, shaking her braids loose, she laughs like a fire, the spool a blur between her hands , the string unraveling all the way...
... to release it into space, her life, into its bright, weightless orbit.