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Wedding Picture (Glosa)


I slip softly into the air
beneath the clouds
where mist holds me close,
more a shroud
than a ceremony. The dull

white lingers beads click
like cubes the silk rustles
thick layers slide binding
tight and stiff veil pinned
in with its neat tiny
stitches, blinding.

Crunch crunch my heels
tap stabbing veins
of snow sketched across
asphalt, a dark glittering
path. All is white

this silent night in slow
procession and sufficient
as a shell. Now I think
I know what waxworks know
for I am vaguely absent
and alone
as the world's furious song
flows through my costume.

I slip softly into the air
The world's furious song flows through my costume.
--Red Shift, Ted Berrigan

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