A Smile


We smile at strangers
Wanting reciprocation, wishing courtesy
A smile is easy
When the heart skips
And the gait fleets
And your anchors are
In their resting places

And sometimes we
Are gravity-nurturers
Cradling the murk and the gloom
When a smile is seemingly
An anti-anthesis
Feigned in haste, in drudge
A meniscus of pretense
Of unfluidish curve

A smile after all
Will always be, a battlefield
Of botox and bloom


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