Loud windows with quiet doors

I saw a man sitting on a

park bench by himself

and watched as he laughed

and laughed without a care

losing sight of the world and

everyone and everything

in it while the sun crossed

the sky transforming shadows

into skeletons and dancing

dogs filtering itself through

the trees and the outstretched

fingers of the branches as

loud windows with quiet

doors that never close   

appeared again and again

while the strange man just

kept laughing and laughing