So few tears

      So few tears to tell the story;
      Have they gone away, like the edges of papers
      Trailing papercuts, and the most excited letters lost
      On the margins of the undersheets?
5     Sometimes a freshness will surprise us first,
      A frittery coolness or itch against the cheek
      As strange as the dream it wakes us from, the same
      Sense of the seminal real, shorn up by fragments the same.
      Each tear had risen like a purpose,
10    Tipped with passionate wetness from obliterated sight.
      Love is blind; so, too, grief and care,
      The silly joy of remembering just how, just where.

From the collection "Nobody Poems"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

More information available on gregglory.com.