There is a private
wedding in the public park
the tutu-ed little
girls tumble
small boys are
strung up by their braces
there are high heels
on the lawn
the everyday man
walks his dog by
taps a tennis racket
rhythm on his leg
the end of the day
walkers are about
We try to carry on
inconspicuous
but the seared smell
of our barbecued
butterflied lamb
wafts across
the sound of a beer
bottle dropped in the recycling bin
punctuates the vows
it will have been
captured audibly on the video
we hush and giggle
old hands at marriage
the music plays
Soon enough we are gathering
condiments glasses and resting meat
to take our private
party back
guests to the tiny
flat
across the road
where an iced layer
cake for dessert
cleared from the
table to make way for the cutlery
is balancing on the
end of a conjugal bed
really enjoyed this!
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