Laughter’s mirth springs forth like surf.
It crashes in and makes heads spin.
It’s steady rhythm brings a jig
of life’s resurgent joyful wine.
It bubbles up and then explodes
in glorious waves that are so bold.
It breaks the frame, it blows the door
on all the prissy mouths that scold.
And suddenly, out in plain view
as people wet the floor
while seeking hard to catch their breath
before another spasm drowns their dread –
Author – Bill Tidsbury