Your Smile
They have all tried,
long before the great da Vinci,
both ancient and modern cartographers,
to wit,
‘Goode’, the Evil Mercator,
tried and failed.
Not one
had the skill or imagination
to map your smile,
for like the world in sunlight
your smile is the shape
of laughing eyes.
No hand could mix the paint
that painted you,
nor survey your loveliness
with compass or caliper.
I have a detailed atlas,
yet nothing can explain
how I discover Xanadu
everywhere
by the way,
you turn my page.
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