HER SMILE
She held a smile to her lips
Almost like a flame to a Pall Mall
It crackled for a moment and went out
Sometimes her smile can be like the wind.
It moves when you want it to stay and stays when
You want it to move.
I could tell you about it but in truth you
Must see it for yourself; Wait a second, I have
A snapshot in my wallet. That's okay it's not
A very good likeness. You can tell it is her
Mouth but you can't see the smile. You'll have
to take my word. Her smile left a trace in the
Photo-booth at the old five and dime. Every
Woman in town used the same booth as her smile
Because it made them appear beautiful. I may not
remember
Her name but I'll always be able to recall her smile
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