A LAUGHTER OF LEAVES
Toddling among the leaves,
she lets out a shriek only
diving seagulls can make
as they taunt the raucous
fishermen to let some catch
off their bursting nets, share
the joie
d’vivre only drunken
sailors home from the seas
are full of. Aieeeeeeeekkkk!
The darkening sky lets out
a funnel of fall wind, roils
the crackling leaves raked
by these carousing innocents,
and she stumbles on a heap,
swims through the mound
of sienna and fallen foliage,
but her laughter makes him
tremble now, her pensive
grandpere:
Mon dieu, let her laugh, let
the pall of transience pass,
that she may be defiant
with full laughter. Forever.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
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