An accident
Here is a short story that made me worry.
When I was in a hurry crossing the street
I didn’t notice what the traffic light showed.
When I realized the situation
I was shocked and terribly frightened
Hearing the squeal of tires.
I looked at the driver,
His face had a desire to say the words of humiliation,
I had no time for deliberation
So I blew him kisses
And it was my salvation as he gave me…
You know what? A smile!
And I began to cry like a crocodile.
After that accident I know
What a weapon a smile can be
And a kiss can be a fee.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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