August Wedding

 

July begets September, and somewhere

obliquely between, an onrush of “life

events” and rites of belated spring — prayer

 

& libations when a son takes a wife —

so much more to it than just that. Who knew

about the price of flowers or which knife

 

lies on which side of which plate? But it’s true —

love’s enshrined in ritual, and when you share

your love with us, we shine it back on you.

 

                                                   — for Joe & Sally

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Dummerston, Vermont

August 2025

 

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