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 Linda A. Copp ©