When we take off our heads, you and me, we will hold them up to the wind and the air will whistle through our open mouths and we will be laughing at the way we are addressed, with our heads off, and the wind coming up and through our hair. When we turn our arms and our grip, the eyes in the heads that are dislocated from our bodies will see the chain-link fences surrounding our yard and all the dogs barking at the unbelievable nature of us. The sky and the clouds, the coming rain. The grass has been growing long and needs to be mowed but every time you and I start the process, to kick up the mower, to cut down the green, we lose our heads again and have to fall down in laughter, because that is our only available response. Laughing with our heads off is the only way we know how.