“Smile in Paradise”
Ginger root wafting on a soft Kauai’i breeze,
the Pretty hostess sat us at a table.
Short skirt, I was interested.
Clearing a table nearby, she dropped a glass,
sweeping up the shattered shards
sparkling in the moonlight,
she was having problems.
I watched, she stumbled, balancing
a tray.
You could tell she was trying.
long blonde hair up in a pony tail,
beauty in her lips.
finished my meal,
She struggled in high heals to the table,
clearing off my dishes (serving as bus boy too),
She looked up at me and smiled.
I grinned back into her eyes.
Two big shiners stared right back at me.
Makeup attempting to hide what I could see,
but no attempt was made
to hide her face from me.
Like when she smiled,
and I back at her,
she wanted me to see.
What animal could defile her beauty like that?
Who could lay a finger to damage those green eyes and not feel sick?
I’d have loved to have been there.
I’d have loved to have ripped him to Shreds.
I’d have loved to have been there!
but she smiled at me in Paradise.
That smile haunts me,
turns my blood hot with anger
I wish I could’ve helped her.
Chris Chitty
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