between 8th and 9th
between deli and thai
an official arrival of spring has sprouted.
it's no matter that i can't pinpoint hyacinths in Central Park,
since i sweat wet lavender and pollen birth.
between fine French and New Jersey foul
between language leftovers on 10 for 1 postcards
between the fruit vendor, carb vendor, pashmina, nuts and keychains;
the official arrival of spring is salivating.
it's no matter i'm saturated, since i live in the Kitchen of the Melting Pot.
so, between the airport and an off-broadway rehearsal
between ORD and my entrance down into the wedding rabbit hole,
the official arrival of a proposal has occurred!
between the transition and upheaval
between our luscious parisian lifestyle lilt and
dutch -gracht and -stradt wonderings of tulips tip-toed up narrow staircases...
between this hustled choice of life and travel,
we paused.
he kneeled.
i gaped.
there was a ring.
we popped a cork.
he swig. i swig.
i made phone calls.
he went back to work.
i said a holy YES within the hustle!
and, the official arrival of an engagement has me sweating flora
as my foul mouth trumpets elation, f*ck! yeah!
(now, if i can only manage the b**chin' subway!)
namaste, to my fiance!
3-31-10
well written homie.
ReplyDeletewell, thanks, man! didn't know anyone was still reading all this!
ReplyDeletea genuine thank you. very much appreciated coming from another writer.
:-)