Tears

Burning

water 

rushing 

with the 

pavement 

and 

reflective

lines.

Salty

water of 

truth

wins the 

argument.

Greens 

glide 

by in a 

a rainstorm

blur.

August 

mountains

of Virginia

unwrap

all my

heartache

and let 

the fields of

Widow's Tears

take their

path. 

Bathing 

honesty 

on my skin.