Smiling Faces

There are people
In this city that
Haven’t smiled
In years

Faces with scars
That betray hearts
Carved into the bark
Of trees

Faces that carry
The legacies of
Languages alien
To the blood

Faces turned
Inward looking for
The illusive sanctum
Of smile

The black suppressed
Laughter of bones
Kindling the memory
Of spirits

The sphinx
Is a fallen crown
A frown

Smiles stored
In jars
Preserved by
Who knows what

There are people
In this city that
Haven’t smiled in
Years

How many
Years

Can you
Fit

In a smile?

© Tony Robles 2016

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