And for those who like to read along with the yadda yadda, there’s more after the break.
Smile.
I was hypnotised
by a smile
at the tram-stop.
This girl was kissing
this boy
and she was smiling.
She was smiling
even when she was kissing him.
I couldn’t see his face –
he was turned away
from me,
but I could see her.
I could see her smile.
And her smile
made me smile
as I hunkered down in my coat,
put my shoulders up
against the wind
and pretended that
I wasn’t looking.
“Smile” can be found on the pages of The Third Fruit is a Bird, available in the shop.
More next week, same po-time, same po-channel.