Reclining Into A Smile - Poem by Francie Lynch
I shared an outside table
With two young American graduates
On an amber Scottish day.
They were completing
The European tour:
Not unlike the Romantics
Walking the continent.
A cap to an illustrious degree.
One scholar was blunt:
'Do you believe in God? '
'Why do you say that? '
His companion leaned in for my answer.
'Because you asked.'
Both reclined into a smile.
'Of course.' And settled
Into a half-empty glass.
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