She did not want love, it s easier to forget a lat

She didn't want love,
it's easier to forget a late knock,
an anxiety of the smelling days,
and night with the ring contractions of the hands.

The separation, and letters to follow up,
The fog and the evening river,
the neighbors goes from a funeral,
and benches, with sitting ageless men...

Where is the heart to join?
Who else needs it?
And sweat, and eyes do not wink,
and past the bird in the window...

And where the last fire,
the heart is burning still?
And as if a drunken stupor,
and the shadow touched her shoulder...

She didn't want love,
it's easier to forget a late knock,
an anxiety of the smelling days,
and night with the ring contractions of the hands.-
Gregory Burtaev. Los Angeles. August. 23.2015.0337
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