That Brand of Wedded Brouhaha

Once upon a time
(six winters ago)
on a Thursday night
as bright as this
a girl and a boy sat
soberly still on
a seat of gold grinning
for no better reason
than finding life had
taken a turn toward
that God of knots
they call bliss.

Tonight they sit
closer still in a room
filled with signs
of that life built
together
for better, worse
and forevers.

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