Hollywood In The Church Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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.