A Delightful Moment
By L. K. Craft
Shyly, he gazes across the room.
Slowly, he bites his bottom lip,
As if to inflict a little pain while enjoying me.
Our eyes briefly connect.
Quickly, he retreats by looking down.
Intrigued, I move about the exhibit thinking . . .
His captured smile beckons to be sorted out.
Many years later, still sorting . . .