’tis lap a pal, ‘s it?

Did you just turn as you passed
and subtly smile back at me
before you hurried on?

I watched your back recede
but did not need to exchange
formulae or other recipes.

“How are you?” You would say
“Fine,” I would say—a lie
like all the others on the street
uttered in other passings.

But you withheld the lie,
and gave me truth, a smile.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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