Going further along your smile to where all bridges end
and start again if you are coming along the other side,
happy to have met with what I fail to discover is dangling over my arm
the bag or jersey I thought I'd forgotten at the coffee shop,
the hand I forgot to accept when stepping from the car.
It is there, going further along, when your smile stops me in my tracks
I forget everything – that is how it is meant to be:
river granules grind imperceptibly to winter's polished photons.
The journey of your smile, I watch it and begin again
to get up and go over the bridge, coming around the other side
to meet myself greeting you.

11/03/2006

Author's Note: Edited, removed middle stanza to another poem.

Posted on 11/03/2006
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