Monday, March 24, 2014

Dry Eyes

West Texas people have dry eyes.
A tear just starts to form,
And before it can lip
The brim of the lash,
It evaporates into thin air.

They say that all the tears collect
In wispy nimbus clouds,
And when the limit of heartache is reached,
A salty rain showers down,
And the beans grow
On the Mesquite Trees.

-jenn long

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