River Wedding - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
The wedding bouquet,
gardenias and baby’s breath,
swirl in the eddy
as though looking for
a boutonniere of
catches the rapids
and is pummeled forward.
Colliding with the
vortex, it too
merges with the whiligig,
a churning water-garden.
a man in a tuxedo drinks whisky straight;
a woman takes shears to her gown.
Love is liquid.
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