Love 14

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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