Wednesday 19 November 2008

A Boy at a Wedding

He did his best to keep his distance from her dress
Blue, with lace on the hem
Her shoulders tan and soft
Warm from the candlelight
Flickering from the votives

He followed her past the guests
Moonshine over the field
Where she began to dance because no one could see
Her bare feet in the grass
He took his shoes off so he could understand

The beauty in the distance
Her hair unpinned at last
Running wild in Central Park

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