Blue hydrangeas, bloodroses,
soft spikes of rosemary everywhere.

Two years ago, our wedding—Trader Joe’s wine
eyelet lace dresses
barbecue, flowered bunting

all we could do was smile and go
where we were told, all we could see
was other people smiling.

We took refuge in the gazebo
with the bluegrass,
small kids running around in circles
to the insistent fiddle.

How often we are killed in war,
during peacekeeping missions.  Still
we smile at the assignment,
our parents shadowy at the edge
of our memories, since all
we could see was other people
smiling.

I’m saying
that weddings are stranger
than going-away parties,

how you fear the future, and stand before it
casting spells.

 

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