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
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