Sometimes I cry with a smile.
Asymmetric grooves line my face
as the moment cracks and smoulders.
Crows feet tread gently on
tears, welling.
Translucent teeth.
Bluebells nod their heads in the wind
less than me.
Knuckles whiten.
Look down at the tap tap tap tapping shiny black chukka boot.
Loosen my tie
and make my excuses.
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