Smile

January 3, 2010
Her eyes darted back and forth
so quickly, as though
she was watching a tennis match.

Hey.

Her eyes still bouncing,
still fixed on the page
as she lifted her head towards me,
until she finally managed to tear herself away.

She smiled as I sat down,
began telling me about
rabbits
generals
and Bigwig.

I watched her as she spoke,
growing as excited as a child
despite her age.

I reached out put my hand on hers.
She stopped mid-sentence.

Go ahead.

Then she did it again
That shy little smile
that reminds me of rain.





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