His smile could have signified anything:
A firecracker exploding in his mind,
A murderer’s glance,His grandmother’s lilies,
A vision of you roasting on a spit.
That was real progress you showed,Choosing to perceive something other
Than a signal of dubious, even malign intent.
Besides which, you got to draw your water from the well.May 2005
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