Wedding Vows
listen
I can’t be
married to you
said the day
to the night
just as the alarm
clock gongs
like church
bells through
startled silence.
You may not
be married
to me said
the newspaper
yawning, un-
folding its
smeary head-
lines and six-
point want
ads. I will
not be
married to
you said the
Gortex raincoat,
hood pulled up
and velcro’d
across to keep
her sad face
dry. You shan’t
be married |
to me either
the radio replied,
a recessional
of static as
she drives a-
lone through
the canyon
that splits
cell-tower
ridges. I
won’t ever be
married to
you echoed
the wild rose
in tangles
of such becoming
blooms and
incidental
thorns. So we
shall never, you
and me, be
married promised
the mountain
bluebird hover-
foraging across
the burned
landscape
of twilight. |
Copyright © 2007 by Mary Ann Schaefer
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