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marriage with a guardrail.

my life so fragmented

like these passing

highway lines

foot to floor

the coalescing neon

of this dark city -

a beautiful place

for a ceremony.

 

my best man

beneath the hood -

my most trusted, honored friend

assures me

that this ceremony

will be memorable,

it will be

the best thing i've

ever done.

 

i look down the aisle

and i can see her...

my beautiful bride

shimmering silver

along side the

pavement parson

waiting for our vows

dearly beloved

we are gathered here today

among the congregation

of shattered glass -

til death do us part

i do.

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paul-jackson
Canadian
Published
Aug 8, 2010
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