Midwest Custom
I walked
In Oregon street
Toward the
Espresso Royal cafe shop
I always look around me
Nothing escapes
From my sight
That is a healthy interaction
With one environment
And even nature
I realized no one
Gave me any look back
Except
This blond lady
She smiled to me
For two and half seconds
Then
She stepped three feet
Left
And vanished.
I realized since then
That a smile
In Midwest
To a stranger
It means
Man, Be cool.
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