on at the park
under the muffled roar
of planes passing over.
the bride in a long white
gown, the nervous
groom in an ill fitted tux.
friends and relatives
have gathered on the lawn.
sitting in the folding chairs.
the sun beating down.
i want to yell out, please
stop. don't do it. but
i don't as i sit under the shaded
tree and observe from afar.
a million miles a way.
like some soft blinking star.
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