I stopped the music
for one moment
to drop down with a sigh
on my hands and knees
to crawl around
and look for the missing joy
My head hit the hard center -
the foot of the mirror
and in its reflection
a little girl
hurting, pouting
lower lip trembling
a tear brimming over
like a boiling pot
with too much water
or a child's wavering
determination not to cry
over her missing toy
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