Arrangements

If i were to talk 
because i held a certain trust
that words left on ledges
wouldn’t be pushed
shoved or trampled

what would your answer be?



The flowers carefully cut
each slice affords another view
each decidedly new
to the possibility of desert juice

so let’s drink up under the star’s canopy.



And if the end starts 
another conversation 
would you stay past midnight
under the blanket tent

I pitched while cleaning house?



Dressed in bleak
we stand and speak
of autumn nights that ramble
while holding hands

and rehearse our final vows.