Immy

She laughs,
It's music in my ears,
The sweet kind of music,
The kind you wish you could capture in a bottle,
But can't,
Like the patter of raindrops,
Or the swish of wild grass,
It's a melody without a tune,

It was a Friday,
At basketball practice after school,
During a water break,
Someone mentioned an epidemic,
Becoming a pandemic by the minute,
We laughed,
It could never reach us,
It only affected those who are older,