like a happy
little sparrow,
you flick back and forth
across my mind.
not so much bothering
as it is
amusing.
(that.
the extra five dollars
you forget about
and find later,
crumpled in your
pocket.
thats it)
happiness chases
you past me,
my dear.
it may not be
so apparent,
or striking, to you
but every time the
sun sets and
the moon rises,
that petit chéri
flicks by
and a smile
slaps my
mouth
into shape.
-charlie dawes
