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Smiles in a drawer I keep
for days like these when leaves
on poplar trees deceive and
tease me with their playful ease.

My smile is a sound
more linear than round
more string than woodwind
brass or drum. When tuned
my grin can take your
frown and turn it.

Upside down, you thought.
I’ll bet you did! You filled the
poem in yourself. We rhyme
in pairs, the time we share
within these lines belongs
to no one else but you.

And me, I’ll go on smiling
ready for the sweet surprise
I see and know and feel is
coming that will turn
this linear to, “Oh,
its you, hello!”


© Elaine Stirling, 2013
Image of poplar leaves from biofortified.org