I would cry
But the wind
Would take
My tears
And to
The leaves
My tears
To glass
And then
To panes
And panes
To walls
The walls
To floors
And floors
To beds

Will you hide
In a dream
Of me then
Or stretch
Your arms
Outside instead
And feel
The rain
On your
Crown of thorns?

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James Thomas Hazard © 2020.  Used with the permission of the author.

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