If I smile at you
and you expected
to see a grimace
often
you will see
the grimace.
But once in a while
the smile melts through
and you carry it
off with you.
And perhaps you send out
a smile of your own,
unexpected in its sweetness
and that smile too
may be picked up and
carried off in some stranger’s pocket.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
©1999