my friend gave me
scented hand lotion.
Mango Mandarin-
her favorite,
she said.
I smiled
and squirted some
into her open palm.
I once read that
you have a thousand smiles
waiting to be smiled.
I can remember times
when I
didn't smile,
could have,
should have
smiled.
A thousand smiles
waiting
to be smiled.
There have been times
when I couldn't
stop smiling,
when my laughter
broke free
in the wind.
I wonder
- this minute-
how many
stone faces
won't smile.
And as I
run down
Little Whim Road
escaping
the wrath
of a blackening sky,
I smell
Mango Madarin
and smile.
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