Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

You Are Sad

I say wild things to make you laugh.
I talk of crimson-bottomed baboons
and how they saved a green giraffe
from purple hippopotami
on a yellow planet with thirteen moons.
You do not laugh.  I ask you why.
You cannot say.  I take your face
between my hands and kiss your nose.
A rebellious tear stands in your eye,
repealing your smile.  I hold your head
against my shoulder, and you release
your sadness on the sleeve of my shirt.
I kiss your hair.  “I've no excuse,”
you say, “no reason why I hurt.”

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