the sweat of the earth
pouring down to cool
the dust of its dust.
Sweat sprung from the
rush of the clouds,
hurry, please don't
drag us down.
Or is it tears,
grief raining down,
reminders of an
unknown sorrow?
Whether tears or sweat,
it can only be
salt from the earth.
(c)Melissa Beebe
published in Skipping Stones 2007
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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