MARRIAGE: THE ART OF DIFFERING
Shadows of a dancing couple
appeared on my window shade
in the early morning sunshine.
The woman looked like Calamity Jane,
a tobacco-spitting, beer-guzzling,
foul-mouth woman, who preferred
men’s clothing to dresses, and
renowned for her sharp-shooting.
She married a man from Skunktown
who made a living selling skunk pelts.
No one else could tolerate his stink.
Well suited to each other, they had
no trouble resolving their differences
and had a loving marriage for years.
Paradise is still a long way off.