POETRY
Saturday, August 5, 2017
She smiles her scampish self
deprecating smile.
Scampish she shadow of the sun hat
making a mystery
of her upper face.
A thing she knows perfectly well.
Turn beauty, turn.
Their two smiles connect
and light each other.
Hers quizzical
His less confident of its reception.
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