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| Евгения Карпова |
The Smile
I’m waiting in the car
while my stepson shops for food
on his restricted diet.
Watching people navigate the parking lot,
like molecules drifting past one another,
I feel bored,
crave some sort of engagement.
So, when a heavyset, white-haired man approaches,
arms wrapped playfully around a short, pudgy woman,
like some infatuated schoolboy,
I glance in his direction.
His easy smile dances into my eyes,
snaps the chain of anonymity,
sends oxytocin swirling through my bloodstream.
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| Ralph Dranow |
Ralph Dranow works as an editor, poetry teacher, and oral historian. His most recent books are At Work
on the Garments of Refuge, poems of his and poems and artwork of his late friend Daniel Marlin. And Jelalludin Rumi Comes to Oakland. Ralph's website is http://www.ralphdranow.net.
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