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Double Husband Sonnet
o calm sheep in the fields asleep be quiet while my husband sleeps ride bicycles or drive your jeeps in pastures where the snow is deep the roads that bend o pay no heed nor wonder where the neighbor speeds nor ponder at the road’s sad fork just plow on forward brave and dark like Dante in his mid-life’s wood, a sheep’s mid-life is stout and good like beer that ambers from a tap or maple running wine tree sap you sheep of silence play along in dreams my husband sleeps among among the days of pastures deep where Vikings, crop mice, village keep the history of the wide white world is where I’d like to live unfurled inside a yurt on clovered cliffs with three cats, one man, and a squirrel, a squirrel you say, so odd and gay a squirrel I say to make the day all filled with furriness of tale like Malory without his bail who labored over Arthur’s death while he himself in prison depths molester of the nuns and cows, my gentle husband, he’s not thou. |  |
