I looked at her sideways
and caught her smile
like a fisherman catching
an unexpected silver trout.
an unusual smile,
not the ordinary dutiful kind
not the meat-and-potatoes kind
for people and family,
but a glowing radiance
defrosted from the past.
a pure mini-explosion of joy
which transformed the
oh so disciplined geography
of her face
and erased the arroyos of age
to reveal
the happy child
at play.
- Author: Berthold Lippel ( Offline)
- Published: June 12th, 2016 21:05
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Thank you--you understood perfectly!
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