Marriage is not
a house or even a tent

it is before that, and colder:

the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn

the edge of the receding glacier

where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far

we are learning to make fire

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I love the poem, more poignant than humor but, boy, you do get it just right. Read mine – I Cannot Return – about live in the North Country. Adeline
fine ryhm/rythm indeed.......10
I love the poem. More than the meaning, i love the way we can read it because of the rhyme scheme.