Younger women hate it
When they're in the midst of a head-tossing laugh,
With their white teeth showing big,
And their eyes lit up by the flames of some young man's fires,
And they happen to lock eyes
With an older woman across the room.
A cold knowing smirk
Can snuff the joy out of her sails
For just a second.
But then slowly, the younger woman
Allows herself to forget
Everything the knowing eyes
Of experience just told her.

Slowly her sails fill back up,
And she will laugh again,
But this time not so loudly.
And she will stop laughing entirely
And offer a moment of complete silence
When she sees the older woman
Get up to leave.

-jenn