Her Laugh
Her laugh
was the smell
of newly washed linens;
fresh cut grass
child smiles
gypsy dances
the green spot at sunset
how Niagara Falls sounds
when you get close on the bus
crunchy snow
good molasses pouring
a special touch
from one you love
joy ringing in certain church songs
happy eyes from babies,
giggles too,
the sigh, that special sigh
after love-making
an unexpected compliment
that makes you glow
quiet nights
really really good chocolate
music in your bedroom late at night
A look from someone you want that look from.
But most of all
she laughs
like she
likes you
and she does.
Like that.
That is her laugh.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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