she would start
laughing hysterics
not demurely as the lady with a spanish fan
hiding her mirth
but belly shaking as the dancer with
cymbals, focusing her energy
on thumping the floor
with feet and outstretched hands
holding a beer bottle or cigarette in the air
as if her lungs cannot hold back the tides
of comic absurdity
of tall tales of hilarity
the sound was contagious as a virus
& we would fall "dying" on the floor
her laugher now echoes in my head
like a bookmarked page
in our family's album
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Just for Laughs, Hosted by Mish. Join us at 3pm EST when the virtual doors of our poetry community opens. Thanks for your visits and comments.
