I read a most interesting
scientific finding
that we humans are
the only creatures on the earth
who weep.
And I felt pride that just our own
introversion affords us such
expressive philanthropic glands.
Let's say — as a hypothesis —
I was a little lemon tree in bloom
and my bud hardened to a lemon
and a fiery wind
thirsty for something juicy
twisted the branch's throat
and stole the lemon
cut it in half
with the innocent pocketknife
of a child's small theft
squeezing it hard
to drip the juice
in the roasting mouth
of its gaping breath
and by mistake in squeezing
a tart torch of its drop was flung
into your distant eye
— a wish can fly
as far as you desire —
perhaps — just a hypothesis —
it would be heard
in your tear-ducts' court.
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