The Tent
actually, i do not
go for your tent
as a definition of
what marriage is
not,
i still think that
my marriage is a big house
with the convenience
of five chambermaids
a butler
and a driver.
with a last note,
we have fire inside the
chimney
we have smoke
for the atmosphere
and we have warmth
even in summer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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