A woman’s tears spill

to the ground, her

tears spill from the wounds

behind her green eyes.

They make small balls

of brown mud. The woman’s

tears are a child’s tears.

The woman’s tears

become mud balls

that grow hard as

compact dirt, the insides

light and filled

with hope that

spills out of her body

with each of her tears.

The woman’s tears

become seeds that

grow into trees

that bear nuts

the shape of her tears.