A wedding's fragile glory
is a lotus blossoming
before your very eyes -
a crescendo of drumming
that bursts contagiously
into dancing, a conga
where all cavort outrageously,
wishing it could last longer.
In the great melée
of marriage an alchemy
occurs, where two relay
their union into welcoming
those around to share
in new relationships,
new tender shoots of love where
lattices form of kinship.
From this fresh beginning
the arc of melody grows
beguiling all to singing
a tune they seem to know,
which raises them like lovers
to unimagined views,
and each at once discovers
hir tired heart renewed.
for Suzi & John03/09/2009
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