with half his front teeth gone,
he gives me a half-piano grin,
as we both bow and surrender in-like;

as a hand from Chad flies-up, points skyward,
"Charlie!" good morning! Charlie!"
i pocketed the happy moment. a talisman.

i throw my arm away to the clouds: "Chinto!"
my feet lift-off as i sail on a carpet of love.
Chinto, is an archictect for my day, hammers-away
at my heart and soul, makes me better.

the great divide closes, the torn garment is darned.

09/15/2009

Posted on 09/16/2009
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