Danger

There's danger in the street
in every smile you meet.
In every passing train
the trees along the lane.
There's laughing in the wind,
in places I have been.
In things I ought to 've said
the secrets in my head.
There's something in your smile,
from friend to crocodile
From robe to tattered dress-
there's something none the less.
And Could I know that something-
or that danger in the street,
The laughing in my head would stop
would stop,  as would my feet.

May 5, 1972

By LaMythica
©  By Linda A. Copp

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