I sharpen the smile upon my face
adjust my eyebrows.
Breathlessly breathing as if in a rush
for breath to end. But,
none want breathing to end,
we're young now.
Remember how we felt about things
when we were old like them.
This perfect, well-preserved smile,
that knife was sharp
I smile now as if I really mean it.
The knife blunts, but somehow my face still smiles
somewhere under all that rain and snow, is smiling, smiles
and I turn the bend to the river.