after a delicious meal has been eaten
the fate of the world has been solved
the election discussed and changes proposed
echoes of laughter fade in the night
trailing through streets, still rainy wet,
decorated with orange, windswept leaves
goodnights have been said
heavy eyelids beg to be put to rest for the night.
echoes fade with sleep and silence.
“It seems that laughter needs an echo.”
~ Henri Bergson