Dry tears
that no one sees
crack furrows, fragile lines
in cheeks that no one touches with
kind hands.
Published in The Armchair Aesthete, Autumn 1997 issue; part of ‘July Travels’ collection
Earth Tourist
recently posted poems by alan reynolds
Dry tears
that no one sees
crack furrows, fragile lines
in cheeks that no one touches with
kind hands.
Published in The Armchair Aesthete, Autumn 1997 issue; part of ‘July Travels’ collection
Earth Tourist 
Beautiful, tender, and heartbreaking.
Thanks, Elise.
hi alan – i wanted to let you know i spent some time here today reading and feeling inspired – this one brought me back to compuserve days.
dab
Many thanks, ‘dab’ — it’s good to hear from you! I hope you are well. Doing any writing?