one sided love

we talk about the dust
bowl.
those years.
the fields dry and blowing
with dirt.
the air
full of poverty, dark
and
thick with no hope.
there is no rain.
the cows
are bones on legs.
what grew here, ain't coming
back.
so you stay
or leave.
all the prayers in the world
won't
change the weather,
won't raise
a stalk of corn, or feed
the children.
being a good person means
nothing.
all the love in the world
won't change a thing
if it's one sided.
it's time to move on,
move out,
move somewhere where we
can pick
fruit off of trees.
somewhere where the dust
isn't in our eyes, our
lungs, our mouths.