Week of Sep 8, 2014


If I smile at you
and you expected

to see a grimace

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

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