Tears in the Desert

Water that leaves the eyes,
infiltrates handkerchiefs,
demands a good stiff drink
with rings on the table
afterward . . .
does not indulge in evaporation
but insist on a lifetime expectancy.

It’s not true that there are fewer tears
in the desert because rain is scarce.
Water comes from deeper sources
some natural,
some man made
always salty
and prized as desert refuges.

Plants there are woody
and are spaced
farther apart like faces
that grieve in isolation. And yet
the refuges remain when
rivers run dry. And tears
are needed.


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