Epithalamion

This entry is part 22 of 28 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2014-15

 

The future is a bride
crossing a footbridge
lined with votive lights
near midnight, knowing
there isn’t much time.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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