This weekend, I attended a beautiful wedding. This poem commemorates the event.
On the Occasion of Joel's Wedding
Gather you fires, awake in the collective; come to the wedding and see with most earnest eyes.
Something old: the timeless way of a woman in her most beautiful hour.
Something new: the fear and wonder in trembling groom's hand; the glassy-eyed anticipation of his mother's dreams lived.
Something borrowed: the cloud of witnesses lending amens to tender shooting vows;
Something blue: the January sky; the jays returning; the handkerchief passed from mother to daughter, to daughter again; the continuity of metaphors lost on those without eyes.
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