When Marriage Finally Takes
Flight Leaving You Free and Sad
I.
When marriage finally takes
flight
(and I mean ends)
You may be left with a freedom
From its triangles of elephantine
memory
Free from a quarter century of
cataloged errors
Free of her bickering clutter
Of those dishes and dishes
And stacks of sorry parenting
Free of her crystaline stare and conversation-less
daze
Weekends of issues about issues
Free of nights sans joi d’vive et
bon vivant
Or any French terms whatsoever
Free of marriage falling asleep
on me
Free of her dirty pots
Thank god almighty
I am free [at last]
from her tasteless soups
II.
Free, yet
When your marriage finally takes
flight
(and I mean ends)
You may experience a sadness lasting
more than five hours
You may burrow deeply under the
covers
Through jungles of kismet
Sad as oranges rotting
Sad as oranges rotting
Sad for the boys
Dreaming arguments
Slapping on cliffs
At the roaring seas
Low as an albatross
Warping the waves
Leaving
a continent
Sad like a marriage
That should have not
Left the continent
Twenty-three
years ago
(and I mean taken flight)
To flutter and skim the whitecaps
Eyes stinging shut
Far from
shore
Leaving
a continent
(and I
mean leaving a marriage)
Soaring
free as swells lift
Flapping as they drop
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