The inspiration for today's poem came from my niece Arlene Morrison. She asked if I'd write a poem about the day she and John got married (nineteen years ago tomorrow), and then the two of us had a lot of fun sparking each others memory. It was a beautiful wedding, outdoors, with a view of Long Island Sound, and these two fine people exchanging vows.
Here's an excerpt from "On August 2, 1997":
They joined
hands and claimed each other.
And afterwards
there were long hugs
from those
of us who know
how the
Atlantic goes on—
blue for a
day, gray at its heart—
and then the
new husband and wife
dancing just
for practice in the parking lot
and after that the
ring dance and the calla lilies flying.
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