i propose
sunday morning we decide to have pancakes
make them from scratch
we have all the ingredients but maple syrup
i volunteer to walk down the hill a degree
of avoidance i admit to the market
but the market which was open yesterday and open
for as long as we've live here is closed and closed for good
unless my eyes deceive it has the air
of hasty retreat there are no nearby options
if i walk to gilson's and back the pancakes already browning
no doubt will be cold
not worth eating not worth the calories
i lyft return with syrup sans twenty-four dollars plus tips
i say no restaurants for two weeks no indulgences ha
~
sated perhaps more than sated the enterprise
almost worth the effort
we retreat to soft chairs devices
and the quiet that seems natural to us
i ask marketa
if she can imagine doing this
this sort of thing this cohabitation this life
for the next fifty years
she says i am counting on it
her english is often idiomatic often obviates contractions
i take in her words
and wonder at them can i imagine it
am i that steady that sure my history says no yet
i can imagine it what i cannot imagine is not having it
~
i propose she says yes
the earth tilts on its axis or so it seems
Poetry by one trick pony
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