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