Facing Mirrors


I bend toward her
as if to receive a lei—
a brief encircling
of arms of snow-white silk—
a tiptoeing to my ear—
a whisper
of the majesty of mirrors.

A chandelier crystallized
the moment,
silencing voices
when he appears
dressed all in white—
in suit and tie and shoes.

He tells us a story
of a peregrine falcon
gyring in the pineless blue—
its fanning feathers palming the air—
its eyes scoping for ripples or partings—
its wings shouldering the sun—
until it jackknifes into a pool of green.

Then she and I kneel,
holding hands
across a lace-covered altar—
looking at and beyond—
listening (“Yes!”)
while he speaks (“Yes!”)
the sacred words.


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