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In his laughter

You can hear

The round softness of his cheeks

You can see

His open mouth

His shoulders up near his ears

His face grow red

His bright blue eyes narrow.

 

He laughs as his sister

Throws a tennis ball

For the dog at the repair shop

While the mechanic replaces my headlight bulb.

She keeps throwing it

Even after she’s grown bored

To keep his laughter going.

Soon all of us are laughing

At his laughter.

 

In his laughter

You taste hot chocolate

On a cold winter day

You see snow angels.

 

In his laughter

You feel a cool breeze

Smell lilacs

Taste a cherry popsicle.

 

In his laughter

I feel his soft blonde curls

His fat fingers

His heavy head

On my chest.

 

In his laughter:

The sun.

Soft grass.

Rose petals.

Wild raspberries.

A fresh pile of leaves.

The perfect kiss.

Cloud shapes.

Lightning bugs.

A warm blanket.

 

In his laughter

We rejoice.

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