Your Shining Face

The merchants of this city
sell you groceries and goods
but they do not suspect
your shining face.
The crossing guard holds up his hand
to stop the cars;
the children walking home in clusters
holding autumn leaves
do not suspect your
shining face,
and rat race traffic on a maze of streets
is stopped before your
calmly flowing feet.

Patrons argue at the tavern door.
Drivers wheel their trucks,
in breath of smoke,
but none of  these suspect
your shining face,
and those who pass you by,
asleep with inward cares,
may rise and briefly lighten
in your wake,

but even these
do not suspect
your shining face.