So, I was walking around in my backyard the other day and I had
the distinct feeling that I was being watched. The yard is enclosed
by a traditional stucco wall and, given the elevation, no one could stand on
the other side and peek over. Well, maybe with a ladder.
I could find no evidence of an intruder hiding behind the roses bushes, nor
under the Anonymous Plant in the corner…strange, ugly plant.
I was alone. Until I glanced at the east wall and found the culprit.
Who invented “smiley faces?”
I told him to go away. He stayed. (Could be she)
I said: “Stop that silly smiling.” He smiled.
I warned him I was going to get a scrub brush. Didn’t phase him.
I turned my back and ignored him. He wouldn’t quit.
I gave up. He persisted.
Pretty soon I began to wonder about a smile showing up on a stucco wall,
and why here and why now
and I found myself turning up the corners of my mouth
and I thought “My Lord, I’m smiling at a wall.”
But it felt pretty good,
and I was more relaxed
and the ugly plant in the corner didn’t look so ugly anymore.
Strange and rather wonderful what a smile can do.
Don’t you think?
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