When i cannot cry it is

because the sun shines
a squint in eyes. My
tears dry as would a
crescent shadowbird flying
through a predatory moon.

The blue sky and the
fluffy-fleecy whites blaze
down at me, and i am lost
in clear frozen meadows,
so hot it is, so cold, and
i need to, but cannot cry.

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