Smiling Man
there once was a man with a smile
that measured well over a mile
when he entered a room
he swept away gloom
let’s invite him to stay for a while
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Smiling Man
there once was a man with a smile
that measured well over a mile
when he entered a room
he swept away gloom
let’s invite him to stay for a while
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furry hunter spies
feathered prey beyond his reach
sitting in window
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beautiful chaos
disturbs my sleep at sunrise
sparrows gossiping

the faithful come each week
standing in line for a bit of
bread and a taste of wine
there are no ushers or priests
no service or offering
at the old Saint John the Baptist
church only hostesses and waiters
who seat you and take your order
you sip from a cup and
commune with fellow travelers
I think The Baptist
would approve
there was a place on
the way to work – in the
days when I worked –
a country back road that
twisted and curved
a place where the trees
reached across the asphalt
to hold hands above me
a place where the sun
shone through the leaves
and made a lace pattern
for me to drive over
a place where time felt
like it had slowed down,
had taken a deep breath
where peace flowed through
the open windows and wrapped
me in its arms
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