Smiles

Written by: daniel port


 Smiles

My child’s round smiles 
are all it takes
to make my ruffled brows
rise through the clouds,
in the intersection between
work and breaks,
she rolls on with dinner squeaks 
and I just sink my feet , she tickles them
as though they need to smile
after all, I haven’t done so
since I opened  the morning door  to rush , 
to meet a maddening crowd.