Marriage: a dance
His daily whims
take the family
through complex choreography.
We become a team of ginger
rogerses (backwards and in high heels).
Today he thinks we should move to Utah,
ski all winter and trap stallions
in the spring. Tomorrow
he’ll decide a hammock
for our little yard will suffice.
We count our blessings
his father made him fear boats.
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