Burton L. Carlson
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Burton L. Carlson
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Smile

Morning is wearing a smile,
the kind of smile
understood as an invitation.

The temperature outside is zero.

You know you’ll do what’s expected,
just as you know,
you’re feeling a kind of lightness.

It’s as if you glow.

ExperienceSuzi PeelAugust 31, 2014
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