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Hiding my smile
I'm hiding my smile in the red leaf
on the cobblestone
when we walk
and your hand catches mine
as if by mistake.
I'm hiding my smile in Washington Square,
in the snail trail,
in the grass blade over the snail
and the trace of a plane in the sky.
You're here with me
at the farmer's market,
buying lettuce and cheese,
hiding my smile in the curve
of the pea pods
showing their perfect teeth.
I'm hiding my smile in the song
of the man sweeping the floor
and putting the chairs on the tables
in the small coffee shop. I'm hiding
my smile in the coffee can
and in the curved lip of the cup.
I'm hiding my smile
in the Made in India labels
hidden on clothes
in a store open late.
I'm hiding
my smile in the jazz saxophone
and drums,
in the subway's music,
in the windows we're passing by
when I check you out,
hiding my smile.
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