Sometimes the sea looks navy at Bray Head
County Wicklow has strewn sewed carnations
blown in with olden times, the Esplanade
Victorian hotel: the intended
in satin, the wedding dress, show the flock
the bridesmaids, flower girls, clothes good as
50/60s style, rocking-around-the-clock.
And scattered in the ceremony room
confetti, guest sprinkle the soft petals
diamonds looted; Hydrangea hoisted,
native of china, Japan, korea
merchant ships run aground and the groom's suit
exuded smartness like Bogart's fashion.
The night loves, and the nightjars look for food.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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