Trying out a new form: echo.
Echo
back the last word called;
called
from the mountains or the pages.
Pages
often echo as life repeats;
repeats
both crying and laughing.
Laughing
because what I cried about was stupid;
stupid
to you, maybe.
Maybe –
look at why you don’t cry;
cry
about why you can’t.
Can’t
bring tears when life is agony;
Agony
lifts but laughter evades.
Evades
because you have forgotten how;
how
to frolic in the absurd.
Absurd.
absurd echoes
defying atrophy 