Missing Teeth

He can’t afford a dentist to replace his
Two missing front teeth middle-age
Decay plucked from him. He talks, on
His commuter train of anything but
What he’s without, his eyebrows
Under the bald pate rising with one
Of the many expressions he has for
Joy. Next to him, one of those who
Shares part of the daily journeys,
On her way home to someone else
Somewhere else, looks straight at
Him with that badly disguised look of
The suddenly in love but attached
Already dreamers, as if a new sun
Had risen within her.

R 12/02/2025 17:30