Michael’s Tears
I found the tears
I cried for you
wadded up in a tissue
in the pocket of a coat
that I hadn’t worn
in almost a year
since your funeral
I found them
right before church
where the message was
to seek guidance
to say “yes” to God
even on a cold February day
when there is snow
clinging to the ground
lingering
refusing to go away
just like last year
Just like last year
when I walked by your casket
on the way outside
into the cold light
when I thought
what a crying shame
to bury a California boy
so deep in cold Missouri clay
