The Proposal

Pounding drums eddy forth
from pulsing, bygone hands
locked in place by apathy
and the constant sweep of history.

Edges of faded encounters
eat away at the days
of sitting beside ponds
overstocked with captured koi
and molting white ducks.

With demonstrative laughter and stolen moments
the nails were in place,
long before he could cry foul
and she could drive an apology home,
dropping it into the wind
with the belief it would find its way.

You’re no denser than I,
only unmotivated to do anything about it.
We’re in this together,
each other be damned.


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