Glenna's Wedding---1975

We went to Glenna’s wedding that late afternoon in summer, you and I destined next, never younger. And there was a rigatoni buffet and open bar soaked in Popov and lime, and everyone was blessed and blasted in swaddling polyester and chiffon as evening did the Hustle away-- And, it was our night after Glenna’s wedding stealing the honeymoon, out at the cottage, until that fine summer’s threads shredded off to the floor, deep into late, warm nights of a settling fog, much like doubt and loss. We went to Glenna’s wedding that afternoon in summer never younger, and there was rigatoni Popov, shredding threads settling fog...Perspective is a kaleidoscope of tumbling dreams down the tunneled lens. I knew the future once: and it is this idle I have to wonder in.