A smile
He walked the woods and hills
And harvested the smiles
Of walkers as they passed.
Of couples hand in hand
Of owners throwing sticks
For barking, happy dogs.
He wasn’t sure what car they drove
What leggings, coats they wore
Just the greeting as they passed.
All he saw were smiles
That’s all he could remember
Over many months and years.
The smile that opened up
And made possible
The universal bond
That renders life worthwhile
And bright and light and fun
Like a red balloon arising
Above the autumn rain.
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