Running Their Course

Oliver O'Dwyer
Red fruits
bursting with their  juices,
hanging from
plastic trees with paper leaves.
Thick droplets
of water slowly
running their course.

Clear tears
flowing from unseen corners of the eye
pulled by gravity
and their own weight,
droplets of water
running their course 
along the 
face I have seen a million times before.
The face I will never get used to.