Non-Erotic PoetryStrobe LifeShe smiled, he knew
people smile
at silver streaks of memory
at soft soap jingles
at baby bubbles
She smiled, he knew
but he had never caught her at it
He saw her in bits and pieces
a nickelodeon flicker
there, then there
the change lost in eye blinks
and silver streaks
A tivoli life
still pictures of dance
a fan of hair
a tease of flesh
never here
just there, then there
Her smile
a coin in a conjuror's hand
known
never seen
silver
never gold.
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