but there are worse things
Joy is a subtle thing
it slips by, unnoticed
like a middle name
skipped over
for easier
understood words
happy, content, adequate
we are astounded by
the sheer volume of joy
how small and how large
joy at the blush in someone's cheeks
and in the sound of their heartbeat
joy flowing through veins
landing like snowflakes in your mouth
we fear joy, yes, fear
because we don't know how to express it
no smile big enough
no hug warm enough
no twinkle in the eye, no spring in the step
capable of describing
joy. and now.
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