L: A Hundred Ways to Laugh

There are a hundred ways to laugh

The deep throated chuckle
Of the custard pie
In the face of the clown

The sharp sly cackle
Of the consternation
On the face of a foe

The high sweet note
Of the red balloon
In the hand of a child

The soft warm murmur
Of the possibilities
In the eyes of a lover

There are a thousand ways to cry
Not all need tears.