You ask about my smile.
My smile cannot be photographed.
Only I can see it in a mirror.
You will not see my smile from afar.
You might see my smile in a twinkling eye.
You might see my smile
in the creases hidden behind my mustache and beard.
It's a quiet smile.
It knows each shadow in this house.
It recognizes the joy of each spiderweb.
It resonates with the cat's furry purrs.
It is astonished by hummingbirds
and small morning buds.
Sit next to me as music plays
and you might see my smile.
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