Last Laugh
Sitting on a rock, cross-legged, I pretend to meditate. My eyes half-closed, hands on my knees fingers up, I keep repeating “ommm.” Even when he’s so far up the trail, I see that scowl of confusion I live for.
Years later, when he’s only an old photograph and another Facebook name, I still sit cross-legged. Meditating.
Only, for real.
summer morning
wondering who has
the last laugh
first published in Image Curve, June 18, 2015
photograph by Jason Ortego
Paul tends bar for dVerse Tuesday Poetics. He asks for poems about change
Frank J. Tassone 
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