the camera not ready.
nor the lights,
nor those
who've come to see
and witness
the groom, the bride.
they sit
and wait in the hotel
lobby.
tired already.
adjusting shoes,
and veil, tie.
strangers stopping to look.
the year have rushed
so quickly
upon them.
tomorrow is in the stall,
at the starting gate.
bit in mouth.
it's just the cake that waits,
the dance,
the celebration,
the camera man
pushing a bright light
up high, finally ready,
to put a shine
on all.
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