Weddings

Weddings
pinprick a shadow world with blatant idealism
unapologetically embraced—worshipped, really
to remind us of worlds where ceremony,
idealism, worship, perhaps all three
are the stuff of Earth, no different
from burlap, from a stone, from wine.
The door closes behind us; the wind is chilly,
the music now muffled in walls, but
I notice, now back in the world of cigarettes,
an afterglow remains.

November 2020