Retrospect: tears
the 80th tear
did fall
and after 81
and 82
up to a billion and one
at some point we all
forget
what we are crying about
life becomes
something about pain
and blurred vision is all
I can see
But this lost love
Never became
A shining blossom
It always was just lost
Yesterday and the day before
We witnessed
The death of a civilization
In the tears of children
And the anger they wage
When they grow
So like apples on trees
Consequences
They do fall
Ripe
And on time
In the lap of this
Year
Somehow I thought your shadow
Would follow me through the trees
And wear a white dress to my
Last days
This love is the love of nothing
In particular except consequences
When nature arises from tears.
