Eyes don't cry when the soul is weeping (written 4/28/24)

 

Surfing in Santa Cruz
flat and grey
just lazy waves
rolling through the kelp
so we paddled out
watching some otters play
enchanted by a mom
rolling over
and over
until
we realized
she was trying to wake
the child held to her chest
that would never
wake again
I cried later that night
but not then
eyes don't cry
when the soul in weeping

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