Lost Laughter
He looks ... Once more
The wide, weathered barn door
Tilts … To the wind
Its hinges broken … Rusted
It will never close again
Doesn’t matter
A small, solitary swallow
Flees from the shadows within
Vanishes into a chaste sun
He wonders … To where will he fly?
A radiant white dove
Descends
Upon the shimmering tin roof
It struts (in righteous pride)
It coos (in blessed compassion)
And
It defecates
The field beyond this building is … just a field
Is there more than clouds above?
He hears the wife call to him … Gentle … Soothing
His impotent body moves … Retreating
The ache in his throat … Tormenting
This time he’ll tell her that he didn’t
… Hear the child’s laughter
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