a few tears this a.m.
not all because of sadness
although certainly
a few are dedicated to
the sad
but also crying
because I can
it feels good
and seems
supremely human
my companion
greets me in the
kitchen
she points to a
beautiful little
feather laying at my feet
on the floor
"did that come out of you?"
we both know it once
belonged to
little lonely dragon
but I play along
"yes, I sprouted it this morning.
isn't it amazing?"
we both marvel
at the feather I created
she exclaims:
"yes, it is amazing."