The Wedding At Sylvia's Poem by RIC BASTASA

she says she likes it here
fresh air, outdoor, one can see the grass and trees

and then the bride and groom finally arrive
as the guests wait in excitement

perhaps just like everyone else one thinks
if ever happiness can be contained in the limited spaces of the heart

they all have a nice set of teeth she quips
too young to be happy the other woman cannot hide her envy

the white doves are released from their golden cage
and there is that usual sharing of the cake and drinking of the wine

life and time dance and the whole event is fast enough
our grasp lets go of some memories that we want to recall

the wedding is over and people start to leave the place
the table covers are left with stains and empty glasses

always we do not have ample time
always we fall short of what we really need to say.