Smile of the Day

Just saw you from a window of a bus,
walking up the same street we met in
a few months ago, you as if you
walked in the middle of old Africa
with beautiful colours and patterns,
still the same you today,
wrinkled, wrinkles in time
don't matter, you know well I see
I don't remember ever laughing so hard
when meeting eyes with a stranger
and having nothing much else to say
than a shared incredible laugh
before showing hearts and walking on, 
down the street to my appointment I smiled all the way.

We probably met before, in other skins.

La marche de l'éléphant

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