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Laughing
Light
laughter's rattling
off the ceiling
and closet doors, awakening
me just as the faintest light is leaking
through the blinds.
Realizing
it's my own laughing,
I'm wondering
what I was dreaming,
and now remembering
it's the way we were dancing
late last night.
Now
again I'm laughing
loud and rolling
and doubling
up and falling
out of bed.
posted 2004, August 18
New Orleans, Louisiana
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