Happiness

By Allen Feldman

You are the quiet
Angel in the crowd,
Smily and full of life,
Walking brisk
Between cars &
Foreign photographers,
You become the sensible
Man striding through the park
With his innocent little
Puppy, playing like a toddler
With air butterflies,
Sun caressing forehead
With a kiss of morning coffee,
Lamenting yesterday’s dead day,
Hopeful for the incision of the next.