THE SMILE OF STRANGERS
The squirrel at the feeder
jitters about trying to keep
track of his hoard of seed -
which I put out for the birds -
suspiciously clutching more.
It would be annoying if
I didn't expect it so.
And, while it is comforting
when a thing goes as you
had planned in your head,
there is nothing like the return
smile of a stranger - rich and
deep and in earnest. A sturdy
railing on the way. A sunbow.
I look for them each day,
wondering what is going on
inside and how it keeps them
from or helps them to curl
their lips richly with character
and assurance. All is well they
say to the world. All is well.
Even when it is not. Thank you.
Thank you for changing everything.
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