Tears that cannot fall for they have reached the end of the lash,
and do not have the strength to jump.

There is another tear behind them,
ready to push them free to fall onto the pillow.

The tears are cold and wet, one by one
Saline soldiers of pain, joy and sadness.
Jumping like lemmings, free falling again.

12/20/2001

Posted on 12/20/2001
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