Today as I left the coffee shop I passed a lovely young woman.
She had a slight frame, crushed grey-green eyes.
I looked directly into them.
I didn’t relent, taking in all of her beautiful face without hesitation.
I smiled assuredly with rich delight.
She looked me over — slowly her own rose then broke like a wave.
I kept smiling on the way to my car and all the way home.
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