A tear falls from heaven
with the other raindrops
and lands on a hot skillet
and dances wildly
before it disappears altogether
as if it never was
while others fall to earth
puddles and rivers and streams
Was the tear for naught?
I wonder why I had this thought
2008 © James T. Adair
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