A Lobby Wedding

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My friends are engaged to be married

to the burdens we all carry and the times

we will never forsake or forget. And love

comes for the coldest of hearts…the most

artistic of art…the best among us and the

worst. We make poetry, not with words but

with the things we say…the words we choose

and the way we carry others even when we

can’t stand up ourselves. Love is love, for

anyone willing to open up a door, close a tab,

check out of the promised land of selfish wants

and lonely hands. And we danced at the wedding…

hand-in-hand knowing full well that when 

moments end, we’d be left with just enough light

to get us home again. I remember them, as kids

who slept over each other dorms …huddled and

spooned, just to stay warm. Never embarrassed of

bodies or posture…just tangled enough to coil

together. A hotel is dark except for me in the lobby…

wondering how best to tell my next story.

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