A Smile May Not Be Just A Smile... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Standing alone in the sand, bored,

you begin to count to yourself

the grains pushing 'tween your ten toes;

a young girl trim and pretty walks by,

your smile gives away your embarrassment,

she smiles on back and glances,

but continues to walk on by;

her smile was one of attraction,

her glance one last shot at talking;

and then it suddenly hits you

like a seagulls gift from the sky;

how in hell would she know

I was counting sand grain thru my toes.

And they say if you want to meet girls

go by yourself to a beach and act bored;

and I say to myself, I'll no longer deign

future trips to the beach by my lonesome;

next week I'll be back at the grocery store!



FjR-MMXV