Today March 58th year 19891
there was a wedding with god on the guest-list
the chapel was made of acacia-wood and long golden silks in cold sea-wind
their song and molasses rum, 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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