The Smile

I stop until all the cars have gone by. Then slowly, slowly I cross the pothole-ridden street of the city. For I have found I have found what the passers-by in haste wandering are looking for. In haste wandering the passers-by go quickly, quickly come back run! I however: a smile on my lips, slowly cross the distraught street of the city our sweet home: slenderer than a crystal candlestick fragile, full of light I held you in my arms beneath my black overcoat I stole you from the caravans of highway-robber time! A smile on my lips I press you to my naked heart through all the robbers: I pass, I pass...