Smile – Billy Thrasher

Sadie looks at me with a dispassionate smile –
a sitting statue of someone hugging her legs –
knowing that I’d walk the extra mile.

For children, divorce is like swimming in bile
and she’s treading deeply.  I see it in her eyes.
Sadie looks at me with a dispassionate smile,

“I want to disappear for a long, long while,”
a voice like wind over the Antarctic says,
knowing that I’d walk the extra mile.

I nod my head, being careful not to rile
her memories of playing with kitchen knives.
Sadie looks at me with a dispassionate smile.

Who knows? Maybe, in just a little while,
bigger problems will rise like supercell thunderstorms.
Knowing that “I’d walk the extra mile

and lasso the brightest sun to make you smile,
but I can’t take the world off your shoulders,” I say.
Sadie looks at me with a dispassionate smile,
knowing that I’d walk the extra mile.

B ThrasherBilly Thrasher is a poet and graduate of the MFA program at Lindenwood University. He writes at home in his office, at the coffee shop, at the park, and in his car during lunch breaks. The simple, brief moments in life catch his attention and spark his creativity. He has poems published in Moon Magazine and Lagom A Journal.