the wedding party

the traffic slows
for the wedding party coming
out of the church.
bells ring.
the long
black cars gleam in the winter
sun.
she's in pure white,
he's in a deep
grey suit.
flowers are everywhere,
rice
rains in arcs
from the smiling families.
friends in tears.
it's a beautiful
thing
this love,
this joining of souls.
then the cars clear
and the traffic
moves on. off we go,
there is work
to be done.