The marriage

The child is still sleeping in a flood of light.
Words,spoken out, poke darkness in eyes
As it grays to birds climbing a reddening sky
The voices fizzle down in a vanishing night.

A car door is slammed, only to be opened.
The lists are still in the making, the silks still
In the wearing, their fragrances still sleeping .
The steel chairs are dragging on a dusty floor.

But the flowers are ready in a fragrant thread.
You can smell their fragrance and much later
As girl is woman, feel them, a touch for touch
A curve , a lowering of  eyes, a fragrant dream.

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