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WEDDING TALK - Musings #79

                WEDDING TALK


Change occurs at the edge of things,

the groom said, looking at the photograph

he’d taken of blueberry bushes burning

crimson in autumn on Dolly Sod.

I think of the sun’s bow before an earth

altar at dawn and dusk, the space between

known and knowing, empty with possibility.

In the doorway, a carved flute plays the wind

and, down the hill, merged rivers meet land with

pebbled touch and a wave at parting.  In this ceremony

between before and after, I think of a message,

torn and ink-run, when summer turned 

to snow overnight.  Here are the edges

of two bodies rubbing dried and polished

stones together, flint and twig, burn and spark. 




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