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It’s Valentine’s Day.
A friend emails: Roses are red. Is love obsolete? Devotion's passé, but affection's so sweet. ** I answer: You ask, is love obsolete? ** Is love obsolete? Not on this street, not in this lifetime, not in this lifeline Is love obsolete? Are feet obsolete? Are treats obsolete? Is life obsolete? Is love obsolete? Obscene, the suggestion - though most live with just the suggestion of love What a question - is love obsolete? Has it ever been the right time, has it ever been that love is fine, that love flourishes Not just something we visit, like tourists visit the museum Yes that's the famous Mona Lisa Yes that's the naked David Yes ... that's love, I think there behind the Etruscan caskets And why are you asking, is love obsolete? Love isn't easy, it flows underground, it's dammed and jammed and held down by angers and grudges hard old sludge that won't budge But is love obsolete? Easy to defeat love easy to treat it as debris underfoot easy to bury love not easy to hurry love But is love obsolete? Misplaced, more likely Misguided, untended Unwatered, unmended Misplaced and derided Untended, unkempt Like an old drunk Who ever would have thought at seventeen of love like an old drunk untended, unkempt instead of a god to revere No, love's not obsolete It's just sometimes obscenely hard to love well
Elsa
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