Being Joyful
I wish I could be joyful she said
“There’s a dragonfly!” said I.
She did not look.
“A luna moth!” I yelled.
She continued to grouse.
“A lightning bug!” I cried out.
I am easy to please.
So many things bring me joy
Shiny things
faeries, frogs, damselflies,
Jewelry, a child’s smile
“there’s the north star!” I said.
She walked away, determined to not be joyful.
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