The bride groom shone his teeth
spent his breath
whisked a hand
strained his cheeks
the bride glistened
her brightened lips
glossed up look
buoyed up hair
a lady in silk
counted the notes
weighed the gold
(minus the girl)
too busy to smile
tangled in the thoughts
of another expedition.
(her second, son -groom in waiting)
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