The shortest poem
The poem arrives in the middle of the street
It travels across the lines that should be crossed
It moves blindly absent of danger
Avoiding the warnings
Stepping out at the red light
Side stepping into side streets
Finding a secret turning
The poem travels the distance of the sun
Lifting clouds apart
Cartwheeling in parks
It feeds the grass under tired feet
It sings on the swings
where the children are playing
It sits silently down
Beside an old lady praying
It is in the hands you have shaken
The smiles you have taken
From a stranger
It arrives unexpectedly
Without looking
It leaves unseen
By the back door
It is in the gift of one day
Soon passed
It is the love that goes on living
Peace that will last
poem by Yvette Smith
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