Love 14
- Ata Zargarof
- Mar 18, 2017
- 1 min read
Love is a desolate city.
Tumbleweed and oil spills in streets,
the gasoline of plenty
drained of itself.
I have walked its lanes
and found it needing
of people, please.
Leave the desolate city
not to fend for itself.
It does not know—
I love it
well enough.
03/13/2017
Albuquerque
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