Ana Burnhep


Oil - Poem by Ana Burnhep

The sun came without hope
Oil ran into the streets
Formed a mirage of faces that laughed at me

There are no seasons in Angeles
Just a mess of cars
And vacant beauty

This longing will not stop
When it rained last
We fit together you said


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 10, 2010



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