A thousand laughs crest on a wave,
To bring a light to shore,
They crash upon the banks and ears of…
A brightening force,
With salinated service wrests mouths,
Open wide and gaping,
Shapely teeth salve arid thoughts.
Fertile smiles glean,
A child quick to follow cannot help but do the same.
Inside the same gears turn,
A countered useless old machine,
Left to rot, but not.