They smile

They smile to left and beam to right

While straight ahead the joy rays light,

Debating reality on plate

I might stay here twisting a fate

To catch the happiness parfume

Which flowers add to day’s resume,

Forgetting worries from the streets

With fears patterns between their tweets.

… They smile to left and beam to right

‘Till grace is smoothing the insight.

© Simona Prilogan, 12 /07 /2020, Nottingham