sticky rice
with an assured
finger tip
and a guileless smile
she steadied the
dish
and i served myself
rice
living
off smiles
i’ve lived with
love
i’ve lived with just
sex
i’m now living with
the vague promise of a smile
the deniable
promise of an ambiguous smile
something sex or
love can never be
or can they?
though she's not mine
i'd do anything to see her smile
it’s such a relief
on her serious brow
and in her distant
eyes
like over the
raging sun a passing cloud
my light across the river
no matter where i
wander
and where i happen
to go for a meal
i carry your smile
in my heart and like a prayer
evoke it before i begin to eat
that moment before
you stop pouring the water
and look up at me with
your head still bowed
the jug steady across
the tables between
all those heads and
backs unknown