the bridal shop

in the morning,
on Saturday, near the coffee
shop where I go
for a cup espresso,
a paper and a scone,
I see them.
the women, young girls,
excited
and exhausted by what
will be. waiting
outside the bridal
shop.
there are no men or boys
to be seen
as the women gather
in the parking lot.
gulls landed
on fluttering wings.
all sizes, all shapes
and colors.
they are in a quiet frenzy,
hugging, talking,
beaming. they are three inches
off the ground,
standing at the door,
waiting for someone
to open and turn the key.