Greetings

"Salut!" he utters, smiling that
Familiar smile that people put
On when they walk out of their rooms.

Not a smile smile, but a
Curving of the lips that is meant
To deceive the person he meets.

It could be the first,
It could be the second,
It could be the umpteenth time.

Although that is not the important
Issue considered when the smiler
Meets the person he smiles to.

It is the emotion,
It is the attitude,
It is the state of mind.

We are aware of the untruth
That takes the form of a
Crescent moon that fell on its side.

We are aware of this.
Yet we continue to act this way
Even when we don't know any French.

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