Moly Hatrimony

They hurried off into the sparkler spitting sky–
One spark, two sparks, three sparks and they were gone,
As milk jugs bounce their beat behind their car
And all their friends turn back to collect their things.
The ducks on the lake sound like quarreling old men
And back inside the mad cleanup begins.
Another wedding over, another sum:
A miracle joining together two as one.


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