an ode to LAUGHTER

This fertile soul pollen

is born from a lung purr,

some feathery light-

-joy of life, has tickled my core,

and from the pink pit of my stomach

to my pink cheeks, It is perched,

proudly on wide toothed beams.

My body bounces in rhythmic soul sound;

fertile soul pollen,

it peppers the air and tickles noses

until the whole company is in one,

joyous soulful orchestra

of melodious rhythmic bouncing,

grins holding each other,

peachy lotus' appear to bloom

from each peachy cheek

and each teeth wide, like glitter alive.

My soul pollen peppered the air

until lotus' bloomed from everyone's cheeks

and health was shared, and everyone's teeth.


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