THE SCENT OF LAUGHTER

Their laughter gathers them
together

forehead to forehead
as if one being

the world seen
from the one mind.

Their laughter entangled
in the scent of roses

that rises now
from a past long since

gone
like a half forgotten fairy tale

the scent still present
to his remembrance

as if that then
was still now.

What are they laughing at...?

He fails to remember

only their nearness
the scent of roses.