Glenna's Wedding---1975
We went to Glenna’s wedding
that late afternoon in summer, you
and I destined next, never younger.
And there was a rigatoni buffet
and open bar soaked in Popov
and lime, and everyone
was blessed and blasted
in swaddling polyester and chiffon
as evening did the Hustle away--
And, it was our night after
Glenna’s wedding
stealing the honeymoon,
out at the cottage, until
that fine summer’s threads
shredded off to the floor,
deep into late, warm nights
of a settling fog, much
like doubt and loss.
We went to Glenna’s wedding
that afternoon in summer
never younger,
and there was rigatoni
Popov, shredding threads
settling fog...Perspective
is a kaleidoscope
of tumbling dreams
down the tunneled lens.
I knew the future once:
and it is this idle I have
to wonder in.
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