I’M THINKING OF RIDING A SMILE

I’M THINKING OF RIDING A SMILE

I’m thinking of riding a smile–
when I dismount, going to neutral.
But riding a smile and when I dismount
realizing I’m dismounting and when
I mount, enjoying it or not even
realizing it consciously but
just enjoying the bloom

Like riding my breath if I need to,
I’m thinking about smiling and riding
my breath, about the crease and
pressure between my eyes and why
too strong a planned smile
hurts it

Perhaps just a gentle smile is what
I need, like the Mona Lisa, a Mona Lisa
smile, something that holds the treeline
and the waters or something that is held
by treeline and waters

I’m thinking about riding a smile
and my breath like holding reins on myself
with cultivation, like filing my nails and
grooming well, mental exercises,
work and leisure, remembering
names

A carefully planted bloom, actually,
until thinking about riding this smile
and this breath trails off–consciousness
like a cirrus cloud I’ve groomed

~ Lady

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