i smooth the edges
of a dark person
slowly, like
the brush of a fine comb,
a sweet word
about his smile
a quick pat on the shoulder
during his brief,
tepid dialogue
about evil,
and mankind
i watch a child
smile at the end of the slide
and his mom
smiling even bigger
clapping at the bottom
i soothe his sharp tone
with an offering to share
my chocolate
i don't like to share
but do anyway
soon he smiles too
his lecture now an anecdote
about his cat
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