Laughter in the
Fog
The day I heard you calling
like laughter in the fog
your friends all acted like
a pack of dogs ~
was once a prince
I’m now a frog.
Into the forest you slid
a new springtime doe
I’m expelled from nature’s trail
with nowhere to go ~
but sadly mad inside
like everybody’s foe.
“Nasty little lonely
Get off out patch!
You’re not welcome here –
We’re closing ranks . . .”
“Nasty little lonely
Thanks, but no thanks.
Stay well clear –
No admittance . . .”
It was such a pleasant build-up
to an even better fall:
a careless walk through paradise
to find they’ve built a wall ~
where I can’t go,
a haunting echo
of your long-distance call.
That laughter in the fog
with a few sparks fading
was your parting shot
with windmill arms turning ~
a magic Roman candle
gone so far away again . . .
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