Guests arriving
ladies in designers’ dresses
arm in arm with tailored men

white satin tables
crimson roses, baby’s breath
flower girls in all but black

she keeps his ring in her hand
he’s in tux – in her head
rain and storm resting in their nest
velvet weather
morning glory
none could alter
crows are chirping
maidens making final touch
father’s heartbeat in a rush

The clock
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She’s in her gown
there’s knock on the door
standing in front
(are) people in uniforms
veil tumbling
she’s shredding
melting on the floor

sky shatters
crushing on her
eyes sparkled
now flooded
sea rising
hall sinking
dreams evaporating.