by Jerry Ratch
The despair that comes and goes is here again
I saw a woman who was holding herself
As she walked past, as if a fire were about to
Lunge out of her parts
She was in such great need of being held
The despair that comes and goes is here again
Life's other goal ought to be laughter
Not any laughter, but the pure oxygen of laughter
Only that which takes away the breath
But sustains you anyway
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"The pure oxygen of laughter"
Yes! *
Lovely poem. Exponentially simple and true.
Enjoyed and agree with!
Yes, where did it go? *
Oh my. ****
"the pure oxygen of laughter ... takes away the breath" Nice poetic contradiction. *
A good read. I like.