Wedding Song

for John and Henny


Today our gold is mixed and made
As we kneel and wash in this stream
That runs like breath across this glade
Into our common dream


And all our gifts are assembled here
On this day in the sight of the world
The ardour of our age grows clear
See the banners unfurled


Sing me for you and the wind blows true
Sing you for me and the wind blows free

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The cycling craze is upon us.
Living in our skin of Lycra,
Therapy in repetition of our knees,
The road’s song and its scholar
Teach us a halt

Is not acceptable; for if you stop
You have only your legs,
No matter how shapely, to fight
Inertia.  The lead unto temptation is inevitable
Running lights, runaway, through
A mechanical economical gradient
Down to imaginary equilibrium.


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