When He Smiled
Weeping,
slouched upon a log she thinks thoughts
Of death, of
life quickly taken, over.
Failing however,
to remember smiles
And laughter,
his lit up eyes as she came.
A wrinkled face
of happiness she now
Sees, eyes of
wisdom and a heart of truth.
Most prominent
is the picture of smiles,
So perfect, the
most perfect, and so pure.
The smile was
seen near the sea, near waves
Hitting sandy
bottoms, creating noise
So soft,
soothing melodically a
Man in search of
love, to give and receive.
The smile was
seen in mountains, verdant
Valley slopes
shining after a morning rain.
More music was
listened to here, this time
Escaping from
treetops and blooming buds.
The most perfect
of smiles though, was seen
Especially here,
beneath family
Roofs where
instruments clanged, where relatives
Spontaneously
took over dance floors.
Earth
underneath, the most perfect sunset
Behind, a neon
backdrop dotted with
Blacks and
grays, together so picturesque.
And that smile,
the most perfect of all.
A contagious
smile, she won’t forget.
When at the sea
or amongst greenery
She will look,
she will find what all do search
For, near and
far, the embrace, the smile.
The most perfect
smile, lined with love and
Crocheted with
care, so perfect and so pure.
This Most Perfect Hill
BY LISA JARNOT
On this most perfect hill
with these most perfect dogs
are these most perfect people
and this most perfect fog
In this most perfect fog
that is the middle of the sea
inside the perfect middle of
the things inside that swing
In this most perfect rhyme
that takes up what it sees,
with perfect shelter from the
rain as perfect as can be,
In this most perfect day
at the apex of the sun
runs this most perfect
frog song that is roiling
from the mud
In these most perfect habits
of the waving of the trees,
through this imperfect language
rides a perfect brilliancy.
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