A Quiet Tear - Poem by Laurence Overmire
a tear trickles down the side of a face
not knowing why it was shed
skirting across the cheek
it hangs on the lip for one last precarious moment
watery fingers clinging to beloved flesh
till strength gives way
a precipitate falling to the floor
without notice or distinction
disappearing into the dark warmth of the wood
no vestige of joy or pain
to mark its passing.
(Previously published in Kookamonga Square, July 2000; The Poet's Porch, Feb.2002)
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