Hollywood in Church
Half asleep heard the bells
Remembered Hemingway.
Walked down to St. Lawrence
And old church…looked in first
Saw people, then entered…
How could I avoid this?
“It is wedding-rehearsal, ”
Said a man who I learned
Father was, to bride.
I tried to take part.
Nothing matched so I watched.
Church became Hollywood
Protagonists
Director and the cast…
No written script…
“First enters the groom, his friends…”
Director was priest:
“Then couples…family and the guests…”
I took notes and pictures
(Few to remember)
Finally rehearsal:
Yes, the ring, and then kiss
And after, signature of bride and groom
As well as witnesses.
“And Goodbye…”
I stood for next cast new film
With the same script, music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem