Carrion

Two is company
Three was a conspiracy,
And now it's time for chores

Quiet as we find that the
Majority of our possessions
Cover up the floor
Trinkets buried in the rugs
Dangling plugs from gifts requiring light,
and, lately, glue
To spell out who loves me and who is she

She is on the stairs
Picking up the books that landed there
As I set broom to brick

Fireplace we never used
In need of sweeping and a tray
For the ash of crystal cats
Soon as all the portraits have been straightened out,
The figurines afoot, we'll put a bottle in a basket,
Do a picnic, do a park scene,
Take the time to take another vow
One of us apologizes, one of us forgives
But in the meantime we can watch the birds
Carve circles overhead Watch birds close in overhead
Just remember: threes a crowd
Three makes novels hit the walls

You and me with our arms here and there
you and me can carry on carry on carry on

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