TearsAt the end of the day, Come as relief To wash grime away. Others like storms brew With venom increasing Light flashing fiercely, Hatred releasing. But mine . . . are so hitter, They're hidden . . . so deep, I laugh in the daytime, To cry, when I sleep. __Sue Moody. |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 86
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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