Revived By My Tears Poem by Sarah Sisson

I sit by a stream that has
no water. The baron crevice.

No fish or moss...just the
dirt and maybe a fossil remain.

As I look into that lonely mess,
I cry a tear. As I do, the water

from above begins to fall. A
dangerous flow comes over my

face and into that baron mess.
The dirt thickens into mud

and slowly it fills. I watch as
the levels rise and see movement

at the bottom. This stream revived...
...by my tears.

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