the wedding party
nearly all drunk at the open
bar
lean over
the side of the boat,
green and bleary,
full of champagne
and shrimp wrapped
in soft bacon.
look, someone says,
there goes a fish,
but it's a not a fish,
it's a bottle
of wine floating
along side
the wobbling ship.
the bride throws her bouquet
up into the wind.
the wind catches
it and it sails into the water.
the groom
with cake on his face
loses his balance
and falls
down the winding steps
to where the galley is.
the captain, takes his seat,
steering a mile north
under the bridge
until he circles,
then does it again,
keeping the ship afloat.
this is marriage.
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