The Death of a Wedding
Light, loose ivory linen linings-
Guests gather around and give gifts.
The wind waves, wishing the bride and groom well-
Sweet yet savory scents.
Sweltering heat, and smooth feet from scrubbing sand-
Silver circles encompass formerly single fingers.
Lit lanterns float across the lifeless lake-
Canopies close, capturing cold rocks and irrecoverable souvenirs.
Glasses with gold detailing line the ground-
Relatives retreat, roses wrinkle.
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