Gone & Gone

Proposal

66 Proposal I’m so tired of being turned down, bidden heart rising like a clerk straight off to its job, while the bells all clamor on a streetcar named detour. I see us running down a road toward the horizon: the perfect speck spun into the air at the edge of a great cloudless forever. You’ve got your intentions & I’ve got my tensions: between us there’s a barrel of inspiration gone awry. You tell me that sometimes when you hold my hand it swells & you’re afraid. But that’s a color that can be changed; the way fear can turn with the tide & end up best friends. Nothing scares me any more; the freeway may take its toll & I don’t know if these goosebumps on my arms are Disney or what, but they’re a wonder & so are you. Let’s do it. ...