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clhayden
Candice Hayden
United States, FL, Jupiter

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The Husband

Look at this,
I say
Look at the way
the light
flashes
the radiance
catches
tiny diamonds
of light
dust in its flight
languid midafternoon dance.
I'm held in
a trance
By something I long for
Like the dust on the
floor
like children at play
no shoulds in the
way
Look at this,
I say.

And you say,
you haven't dusted in weeks have you done the laundry the dishes are still in the sink and the bills are piling up and where is my checked shirt you know the one that always needs ironing you knew I wanted to wear it tonight and did you call the doctor back to cancel the appointment

What did you say?
You are too far
away.
I sit watching the
light
brilliant and bright
Like life used to be
before you and me
in all its mystery
Now I see.

And you say,
why do I have to do everything around here?

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StephenShearer Comment by: StephenShearer - 2007-11-17 13:49
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(applause!)
You say it like it is, babe! [true 2 your spirit]
How long U been married, hun? - no need to answer, just wanted to pronounce it.
mitra Comment by: mitra - 2007-07-12 08:45
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You found a way to make dust so beautiful and add a frustrated feel in the middle of the piece just so we remember the topic. Nice read.
Comment by: - 2007-05-17 02:29
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This one touched a nerve... to see beauty in the things that other people see as ordinary, not to be able to share that with the one who should understand most... I like the way you've made the husbands commentary run on in one breathless rush, very clever. Thank you for sharing
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