(17) March 12, 2010:: The Laughing Harbinger

THE LAUGHING HARBINGER

I laugh out loud when stars collide,
When comets streaking silver glide
Like witches riding wicked brooms
Across the sky predicting dooms
Of every kind to sweep worldwide;
Above, below, on every side,
No space to run, no place to hide.
But here amid the sonic booms,
I laugh out loud.
When riots in the street outside
Increase their swelling moonstruck tide,
I stroll within my spacious rooms
Amid the wafts of sweet perfumes
Until my glee I cannot hide--
I laugh out loud.

D. Edgar Lamp

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