by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
I heard you were laughing, and searched for you.
Crept into the parlor and listened.
You were daydreaming, you were skipping,
you were singing a song.
I heard that you had been smiling for some time.
And nestled below in a wind-blown birch
some robins were watching, too,
this dance to a flute.
Frolicking dragonflies tapped to the beat
of your heart on that summer day
in your mind.
And twisted, your fingers held the delight
as you gazed through the window
and summoned June.
I heard you laughing.
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