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If we ever met,
I would stare at your shoes.

I’d feel out of place
Watching your face -
I’ve tried to imagine the dimple
Your nephew has too.

Your grin comes from within -
I’ve seen it in your words,
And the laugh I’ve heard
Suggests you grin without,
Cheshire cat
And that.


May 22, 1997
© Lela Kaunitz