A smile wants to be on my face.
I am not sure. I want to know
Why it had to ask at all
And not just happen
As it usually does?
Can I redeem my inaction as the rainbow
At my door glows through my letterbox.
Hope is to be allowed in
I am unsure of strange rainbows.
Happiness threatens to overwhelm.
I do not like being bullied
Even by good things.
I must teach it to offer itself politely
No rough housing
Autumn is season
When for no good reason
a fluttering in the stomach
a lifting of the heart
as if you have a crush
on nothing in particular
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