So used to spitting truth thru broken teeth, I am unfamiliar with a smile. This is new territory. Didn’t realize I was so embittered Until after. Like moonlight on a waterfall,
It was good to see him again, My old friend. After clasped hands and the baring of teeth, We sat together. Predictably, he conjured a flask with tumblers, His smile brilliant,
I dance – Winding movements of tooth, of claw, Wandering steps of Dante’s dreams, Tracing tracks of those who received Odin’s eye – This time he will demand more.
Out there. Somewhere. I’m sure of it. Grinning at our attempts. But you’ve given me Treasure in a smile & Hope in your hands. Beneath the scent of the xmas tree