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                                           Jane Birkin’s Smile

Her eyes were everything when she looked at us
Teasingly, from beneath a wide-brimmed hat
In that long-ago summer world when we
Assumed for ourselves eternal youth

Her lips were everything when she smiled at us
Mischievously, from among the surprised decades
Of this cold winter world that crept upon us
Her insouciance defying the pains of age

If we misplaced our youth, our hopes, our dreams
That was all right
We found them again in her saucy grin