Poem Wedding on an Afternoon
there was a wedding with god on the guest-list
a chapel was made of acacia-wood and long golden silks thrown in cold sea-wind
there was song and molasses rum in basins, five hundred relatives of bride
two hundred only of groom, shame, awkward
added them up
700 yellow roses were thrown past awe
into the last sunlit wave
and I missed it,
missed it all,
the occasional price of sitting to write for an afternoon.
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