Weepy

It’s silly of me
to be weepy
when the talk show host
gives a luxury car
to a needy audience member,

really.  I know the reality —
that the car was provided
for promotional consideration,
will be hugely expensive to insure
and drive.  That the applause
for the gesture
is bait for the ratings beast.

But here I am,
weeping
at the weeping.  Happy
in a passing moment
to feel something beyond cynicism
about a good thing happening
to someone.

Don’t worry,
or do,
because this, too,
will surely pass.