Clover Field

 

From the well, tears are drawn

and kept in small caches

that will open when needed.

In the mean time, these mean

and cold days, smiles will

float like mist from a geyser

and fall upon our heads

to cool our vision and ease

our hurts.

.

From the well, tears return

unused. Rain will fall and cleanse

the earth of all stains and spots

that tried to make us blue

.

It was a good day's work

locating displaced laughter

in a field of newly fertilized

clover.

.

Stella L. Crews

04-16-18

324a

 

 

 

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