An Unwarranted Epithalamion

 

A few words from a guy who has no right —

divorced and now living in sin — to say

a single thing about marriage. I might

mention someone else’s wisdom, though, way

beyond my meager punditry. This friend

advises never going to bed mad

if there’s still time to set things right, and when

life gives you lemons, suck it up. Be glad

every day — you’ve got each other. Declare

your love like you mean it — and by the way,

love declares itself strangely — roundabout,

oblique at times, hard to read. So be fair,

visualize happiness, live for the day,

et cetera. Love? You’ll figure it out.

 

                                              for Adam & Bailey

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Dummerston, Vermont

August 2025

 

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