light crosses

 (for my brother, kushal)

bring that inner smile,
welling up
past the blackness
circling the glass of water,

colliding with
your partially folded
hands-- ready to open
to a friend across the table;

the suspense brings
a quake of quietude
leading to a word,
a smile

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