Anger, Marriage and Water

A young woman

of fifty six

gets up on time

for a bucket

to fill

She sweats

and huffs at

her husband

with pursed lips

and dragon gaze

The water trickles

molds into

murderous thoughts

some at the authorities

some at her husband

some at the world in general

The husband stirs

his gut

already awake

to the young woman's

pallid ire

He stoops on purpose

to show surrender

to flimsy water

and his mad woman

thus continues

his weary bond

with water and

the young woman

he married thirty three

years yesterday

tomorrow

there is hope

for water gutsy

for a smile

bereft of murder