Here, your laughter
fastened to the air
with a little twist
of memory.
Time, spell stopped
as it were.
Your laughter
pinned to this
particular place
this
little scrap of sky
and field
that to an unobservant eye
would mean nothing
...nothing at all.
But see, your laughter
unfurls its flag of self
snapping in the stiff wind
of what's lost is lost.
This simple second
alive for ever.
I pick it as
I would a flower
untouched by either
time or
death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poet- this is another beautiful poem written by you, really laughter is meaningful, thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments