onto
a wedding in St. Patrick's
Cathedral.
we're not part
of it,
and yet we are, tourists
sitting on the far
side
with a hundred others.
the music plays,
the singing
echoes up and
through the marble
walls.
the bride at last arrives
walking slowly
up the center aisle.
a vision in white.
the groom
at the altar,
standing nervously,
waiting for
his life
as it is to end,
for another life to begin.
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