You make me laugh, then I make you laugh

1
        You make me laugh,

then I make you laugh, and so
        it goes, this last day of fall.

2
        Those two, newly in love,

standing in a bookstore
        near the back:
for them, holding the same book,
        while helping each other
turn its pages
        is enough.

3
        The setting moon and the night

move silently in opposite directions,
        old friends
no longer needing to bother with words.

4
        Last fall crickets: impossible

not to write
        one more poem.

[Jim Moore {1943- } 'When All Else Fails' from Invisible Strings: Poems]