been married
three years
to the date, tomorrow.
i wish him
well, although he's
disappeared into
the life
of domestication, whereas
i'm still running free,
off the chain.
over the fence
and through
the wild woods.
i'm glad he's found what
he's looking for.
that elusive
norman rockwell painting.
although i suspect
it's more
abstract than that.
Dali or Pollock,
perhaps.
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