(a man, seeing that his daughter
and asks her)
if you could follow a teardrop
where would it go?
if it clung to your sulking cheek
until it couldn’t
could it sneak between a crack of
an even sadder
if it danced
and dodged and celebrated
could it make its way into the earth?
and if the earth, and bugs, and plants
greeted it warmly
could it come to feed apple trees, and lilies, and yarns of whistling mushrooms?
and if the flowers bloomed
would bees, and rabbits, and everyone we know
come to know or eat these wondrous things?
and with this energy would people
go on to sing, and laugh,
and wipe more and more tears away?
there is nothing wrong with crying,
but how can anyone be upset
knowing that they are
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