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Tuesday, December 12, 2023

A Marriage


The official marriage was doomed:
the mis-union of a 1950's chauvinist
who thought pregnant women should not appear 
in public, their job to do
all the work
of housecleaning and childcare
to
a soon-to-break-free spirit
who needed, for survival, to soar above
the chains that bound her 
and make a roof of
the sky.

The actual groom had fangs
and a toothy hilarious grin; black fur
from comical ears to tail-tip -
the freest, wildest being 
she would ever know.

They were a perfect match
and lived fourteen years together
along the river and the forest trails,
and cavorting merrily
at the edge of the sea.
No marriage of convenience, this;
they were soulmates,
who knew the joy
of being free.

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