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?*
*No.*
*Why do you say that?*
His companion leaned in for my answer.
*Because you asked.*
Both reclined into a smile.
*Of course.* 
Then settled
Into a half-empty glass.

francie-lynch

Reclining Into a Smile

Snow looks nice on hair, 
so why does dandruff look bad?
pointless wonderings.