Poem: Draft I
Another poem for my writing challenge. This is the second poem of the week. Currently, it has no title.
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Sunday afternoon, I joined you
on the porch to apologize, to talk
as the voices of neighbors crowded close.
Birds flush in spring, chased
and sang, their songs suffused
with sunshine and ritual. I watched
our dog snuffle, his hound’s
nose deep in the grass
drawing his line taut.
Like another line, our future
an unspoken idea
stretched into the distance.
The conversation turned, I said
I don’t have a ring, but
would you marry me?
Yes, you said, leaning forward
and then back, really? You asked
and again said, yes.
All of the possibilities and joy
I felt, seemed to radiate from your eyes
as well, your smile, my smile
the tears trapped under our lashes.
I held you close, your body warm
against mine. The argument forgotten
we watched as little girls played
next door and the dog pulled
on his line, longing for a sparrow
that pecked the earth.