He lugs the grocery bag
He speaks not of the drag
That is her constant lag
in popcorn
As time for them is full
Of bliss in void of dual
Of grace in tangled rule
and cat hair
His snores are thick with words
As dawn throws out the birds
Their years yawn wide and merge
like mopeds
To end and yes begin
With time and time again
She turns to him the friend
and kicks him
He is her everything
He wears the wedding ring
She has not much to sing
without him…
©
agw
This mind (mindless) stretches in vein —
her teeth scrape my heart sparking fire
A wrestling on paper ought tame —
her much schooled (quite artless) desire
“To twirl on the stage of glass eyes!”
I scream
“To juggle a gaggle of geese —
is stripping a rapturous prize,
it seems
gifts holy as sanctified peace!”
Oh tussle we do (as we’re doing)
Each loser with shout of “I win!”
Oh hear now our audience boo-ing —
as footlights explode on my shin…
©
agw
As play jumps in joy high in mire
(with help from the neighborhood watch)
it’s bounding with wit to inspire
rash freedom beyond coffee clutch…
©
agw
Amanda Greenleaf-Whelan 
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