one

what is in a smile that makes other people
like
or don't like you?
are they offended by the fact that
you are too much
SUNSHINE
or they can't
bring any
SUNSHINE
into their lives
or grace some
in others' as well.

i wonder...
what will become of the
fake documents seller;
the oily faced boy;
the child that sleeps on the street;
the boy in the computer shop who blows
all his money for one measly game...
what will become of them as soon
as all the rain has gone?
and the sun stops shining...

when the moon peeks
slowly...
telling all the little stars
"hello. please stay with me.
the lights from this city might
kill your light.
so. stay close."

the moon smiles at the stars
i smile at all those people
i meet on the street.

a smile can mean well,
for one thing.

but for people so dry and deprived
it can mean the world to them.

even the moon needs the stars
to smile
so she wouldn't cry out much
dew.

i love to smile.