i can see
[from a second wave – poetry]
her lips are moving
across the expanse of chaotic shoppers
i don’t need to read her lips
or attempt to translate the language
into something meaningful
her smile is all i need to…
… well, i can not hear
or feel anything
but i notice the rise and fall of her chest
as she waits in the checkout line
sharing smiles all around
this is the moment
this is the thing
the smile
any smile
given with such joy
like a bright light
in a well-lit place
a dreamer adrift in a sea of bath salts
kale and exotic chocolates
that we’ll never enjoy
together
11-19-14
image: random wfm, the author, cc 2014
