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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Saturday is native to weddings and ceremonies Of anxieties – patterned in coarse sputum of rain. My friend Bonsy and his wife filled the calendar With the uselessness of time, levelled against waste As indicated by the clocks of dew-coated pavements Of our yawning city. Next to this was the arrangement of formalities which Came with the attainment of stress. They haggled Between themselves, the celebrants. Oh well, they haggled For the benefits of the church from which the organ must Sound, to welcome them – aisle-bound – among a congregation That suits itself with the accoutrements of churchdom. And the wedding proceeded amid the glare of the gentle Sun, into whose ears the dulcet voice of the red organ Poured. A postman once said to me, ‘If all posts bore Wedding invitations, who would attend and who wouldn’t? ’ To which I turned my arms up, helplessly indicating my Thoughtlessness to such questions. And the church bell pealed. It grew with the muscle of Doppler Effect when frayed nerves Become inured to boiling cold like the one we all were witnesses To, that blustery, unendowed Saturday, when Bonsy married June. And the minister pronounced every word of conjugation with Care, peering into the eyes of the couple and the rest of us sinners Who listened with the attentiveness of cats on matters relating the Rape of pious mice. The organ rose and fell in one voice swoop, massaging the pride In one sinner after another on this ceremony of whimsical gales, Now sweeping the face of the town; this union of bone and flesh Draped in dark suits and flowing matter of whiteness, white and Whitish whiteness of white. ‘I DO’. The church winked. ‘I DO’. The holy house hummed. The organ belched. Outside, Saturday wore on like before... oh, no, not like before, When it would have lain prostrate to its own fouled weather of Extreme bride bliss and dancing confetti. My friend’s wedding went on on the blustery breath of July rain. Dark and fussy, the clouds, jealous of July, frowned their faces. Rain spat gently. No thunder spoke. Lightning came only through the lone eyes of cameras.
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