They found her dried tears <br />at the beach <br />beneath the sand; <br /> <br />in a phone booth <br />where calls came from; <br /> <br />inside Cruelty's Eye; <br />at the edges of Sharp Words, <br /> <br />in eddies whirling in Mean-Spirited Space; <br /> <br />in the crevices of a Frowning Brow; <br /> <br />in the Back Hand and redden cheeks; <br /> <br />in the tracks of her Child-Hood memories; <br /> <br />on carpeted floors <br />where she had lain, <br />face down, soul squashed. <br /> <br />They found her tears <br />had tears at the end- <br />had become a deluge- <br />washed out to sea. <br /> <br />But they didn't find her. <br /> <br />She was gone; <br /> <br />traces of her smile <br /> <br />tho lingered on; <br /> <br />her things of lace, her sad face <br />in the photographs, <br />her mild regards <br />her notes <br />signed Millicent; <br /> <br />the dark doodles on her high school books. <br /> <br />He finally called <br /> <br />and she rose <br />on Rainbowed Air <br /> <br />tear by tear <br />fluttering high- <br /> <br />one by one <br />cleaned and cleansed <br /> <br />and placed <br />into a new-born's <br /> <br />baby eyes <br />and some <br />were carefully placed <br />inside child smiles <br />where joy reins.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dry-tear-down/
