Poetry

A poem

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Why do my eyes water?
It must be the dust
or pollen
or cold
or wind
or smoke.

There is nothing to cry about.
No great loss
no pain
or solitude
or failure.

Numb
I stand outside
the house
my life
my world.

Unwilling
to feel.

So, why do my eyes water?

Dana Sanford
2020

Poet. Philosopher. A sense of Humor. 60 years ago I rode the winds at the top of a tall cottonwood. Buy me a coffee @ https://ko-fi.com/danasanford

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