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The Train

The wedding guests arrive, several share a room on a dependable wayfarer’s kind of train. A group of boys come, students of both bride and groom, orphans, a troop requiring strong passion to train. A dozen white roses with ribbons of chartreuse will recognize each lad’s role in this wedding train. Taking their spots assigned, each conscious of his cues, when the bride appears, three will serve to bear her train. Anxious bride stands watch, wanting the music to start. Six voices harmonize, voices she'd worked to train. She spots her groom, sensing the racing of her heart Two escorts take her hands, her thoughts elsewhere, off-train. Preceding her down the long aisle, the youngest lad proudly carries two gold rings and a model train. Bride and groom purpose to be orphans’ mom and dad, living, working, schooling on a Green Arrow train. couplets written February 3, 2017

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