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“Modern longevity . . . .presents a new challenge to marriage.”

I would like to march downstairs where you are eating Cheerios

and watching the NBC Morning News to inform you that

an out-of-tune crow is terrorizing the neighborhood.

As you grind your coffee beans, I would like to remark that

the rain keeps promising a comeback then sighs

and disappears behind a cloud cover.

I would like to ask you, What’s up? Does that crow have a hook in its gut?

His situation seemed dramatic, but the other crows only croak nownownow,

as you’ve been known to do.

Whitman’s widowed mocking-bird mourned his mate in melody,

and the swan’s cry of loss moved Valmiki to lyric poetry,

but right now I could be that crow causing a ruckus,

and I’d like to ask you, what about this?