Is it an instrument of the heart?
That upward curvaceous crescent,
the outward personal presentation,
the deliverer of mirth, and the creator of
forming a phrase while often connected
to a laugh.
Where does the smile start? Maybe in the
the hallways of the pituitary. Or coaxed out
from a hidden place. For some a smile is easy,
carried and displayed with the ease
of breathing.
The smile is a language, the verse to a
greeting. A symbol to share.
