I proposed 7 months ago
on the year's most progressive day-
March 4th.
We brunched at Hugo's Market Palo Alto
and ordered The-Indiana-Jones-Temple-of-Doom salad bar:
with 500 salads
and All-you-can-drink Bloody Marys
Make-yourself-a-sundae...
with caramel marshmallow butterscotch chocolate syrups
with crushed walnuts whipped creme strawberries cherries.
With our bellies churning like mix masters,
I escorted you into St. Ann's Catholic Church
and begged for your hand on bended wounded knee.
Today Paula
we stand before the white marble altar
on the faded blue rug
to exchange vows and wedding wows
as the orgnaist play 'The Taco Bell Canon in C'
and Chopin's 'Polonaise Mayonnaise in Egg-Flat Major'.
Tonight Paula
we shall go forth in the sultry Sausalito Hotel
shed our fig leaves in the Queen Victoria room
and multiply
till dawn's early brunch.
Edna St. Vincent Millay sums up my glee:
'I only know that summer sings in me.'
Bob Genevro
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-wedding-day-poem-1984-or-the-chimes-they-are-a-changin/
