Haunted Wedding

The pregnant car disgorges

Only us. It’s winter.

Drunk as silver fish

We beat our gills as light

As hummingbirds.

In an amethyst ring

Of drypoint trees

The half-built house

Gapes and swells

Its timbers stink of sap.

Windrill fields occlude

Our crossing, so you carry me

High above the thorny osiers.

We sleep aloft for safety

Locked and levitating

In this space of air

One season only,

Unseen by angry outriders;

Bloodless in our wedding robes

Like the doubled membranes

Of the frozen flowers.

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