momentary acrobat
It was the bubble of her laughter, that did it.
The golden head thrown back with ease,
Towards soft feet that hung sublime,
Walking on her hands, with grace.
It was the easy poise of childness,
That brought me, laughing, to my feet,
From lotus pose,
To tumble.
When the world had righted ~ then,
I landed, and remembered ~ I am old;
My phone is ringing.
I keep her laughter, tumbling,
Through the background of my day.
maria fletcher
Campbell Town, Tasmania
29 August 2001
12:27
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