I leave the light on.
He turns it off.
I leave my plate by the sink.
He rinses it.
He does the taxes,
pays the bills.
I do the shopping,
make dinner,
put flowers on the table,
provide homemade bread,
and challenging books.
It works out. In the long run
everything gets done.
In the long run
the hurts smooth out
grievances mellow
age grinds down
the sharp edges.
We feel lucky
that we always
changed our minds
about running away.
— from Juniper Volume 7, Issue 1