Kerri Shying R # 445 - What smile is sweeter than the one at just this moment

taste  me   when I cry   the way the small dog reaches

up   beyond all pretence   lick what is so seldom  soil

of love   trail unused  speeches off  until

I’m sorry   dents the walls      at least   as if there is

a benefit to sitting one rung above the dung  heap

                                  what smile is sweeter than the one at just this moment

of course  there is    and later not too much later

your hope  one hand turning up the page of what is to be done

can be done  must be done   I will get up    I will push

back hard   as if it made a difference    bring my own apology

to a house of ricochets   near misses    curl up in the warm