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