Tuesday, December 15, 2009

From the Bus

there was a smile.
It started small,
a shy little curve.

Then it grew,
spread wide
across

the face of the sun
and the moon.
His eyes

were trapped
by that smile
caught by her lips

perfectly full
uncovered by paint.
The bus stopped.

People pushed
her past the door
Such a sad little smile

said goodbye.

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