That was when we found the edge of the world
at Beth and Jedd’s wedding
in that soft spot surrounded by
sun dried fields, cracked earth.
The water to feed this wedding chapel
of redwoods, plush grass, cream gazebo
latticework wrapped in lavender ribbons
is pumped through the ground to get here.
They are beside each other in the gazebo
speaking so quietly we in the back row
only see their heads nod.
A small plump minister in a clear voice
reads from her bible.
She invites the audience to help these newlyweds
stay together. “We will,” we say.
After the ceremony while the car is being painted,
the hors d’oeurves passed among the guests,
no one but me has recognized the edge of the world
and even I –
hesitate.
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