Divine Tears

The softness of cat fur and fir trees.

The smoky calligraphy of hot tea.

The vibrating quiver of unfathomable longing exhaled.

Muted notes from a trumpet.

Fluffing a pillow like an accordion of feathers.

Shaking my head at the Universe, because She isn’t quite the way I want Her to be.

God lowering Her eyes before a mirror:

And you thought the tears on your cheek were your own.

 

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