In the lagoon Luis floated, lolling,
lamenting the belief of the laity.
His thinking a labyrinth.
A lackluster sky he looked at,
languishing in a languid landscape.
Lanky legs lie in the lake, limp.
A splash he heard, lifting his head, looking.
Later in the distance a ripple, then a laugh.
Silliness was not part of his lament, listening
again a lavish rich giggle erupted like a bubble.
He swiveled his launch another chortle,
leaving a smile where none had been.
Leaning he saw a smile and laughed,
a legend he looked at,
dipping his limb in the lake
a libretto loosened from his lips.
Finally liberated from the limp lucidity.
Seeing the light as luminous
the sky now glimmered.
Ending the litany of laments,
laughing at the literacy of lampooning,
literally.
Smiling he heard the lady giggle.
Luis was illuminated.