Helen Wilson - Stranger

He wasn’t handsome;
He didn’t look smart.
He didn’t seem wealthy.
He walked without art.

His smile was freeborn;
His gaze was direct;
His scope, expansive;
His greeting correct.

He passed me a smile
It lingered aface
I shared it around
Without losing pace.

The day seemed brighter
My feet gained traction.
“A good day, indeed! ”-
Instinct reaction…

He was very good looking;
He was indeed smart;
His wealth was apparent;
And joy was his art.

Helen Wilson

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