The smile attests a fancy
blessed with keen
extravagance concealed
in whimsy held in check.
Too easy to indulge you
think, to easy to display
a winsomeness surely
meant to break the ice –
what should suffice is
less a smile than an invite
to speak, a cheery grin
would bring them in.
The smile survives into an
evil leer of chalcedonic thin,
translucent grey, and the
moment flies away.
© 14 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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