All teeth.

August 16, 2006

I walked through the city today
and was taken over by nostalgia.
I thought about my childhood
and all the friends I no longer know.

Not to say I became depressed,
but a bystander might describe me as desolate.
My hands were shoved in my pockets
and my lips were firm.

A little child was holding her mother’s hand,
(grasping it tightly, rather).
She looked up at me and our eyes held a gaze,
Then she smiled a beautiful smile.

I found, to my surprise,
that my lips spread out to either side.
And there I was walking with a smile.
Brighter than I’d had before.

Smile… it’s contagious



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