Proposal
(fiction)
In a land
Called Ketchikan
With boats along the docks
Then up a hill
And steeper still
A tram car like a box
That’s where he
Proposed to she
As they looked out on the town
Happy going up
More so going down
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Fantasy
They always catch my eye
those road signs that direct
you to the next big city on the interstate
like a sign in Phoenix that says
take this exit towards Los Angeles
as if you just have to cross that
big dotted, exit only line and
be transported to the angels’ city
but I’m glad it doesn't work that way
or I couldn't be on my way to work
and just keep going
feel the road under me
connect with my traffic cohort
find the right place to stop
and go to sleep knowing that
when I mess up the covers
someone else will put them back
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