I passed it every day. <br />Couldn’t keep my eyes away <br />From the edge appearing as a smile <br />Just below the windows looking like a face. <br />My feet feathered, quickening their pace. <br />My face brightened into a Neptune mile.<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-smiling-house/
