Proposals

Proposals

You came with trumpets and colors

And left with a wave of your hand

Too soon for an odd proposal;

Late enough for sifting in sand.

But then the band struck up a tune,

And under a summer moon

The sap of love moved a hand,

And one took another in hand.  

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