Wedding Party Moved to the Cemetery at Midnight
For Bret & Sydney
The bride floats between the stones. Her groom plays dead for an iPhone camera. Laughter spills from mouths sweet with spirits. A plaid blazer dances with a pearl necklace. The groom plants a fat kiss on his new wife’s lips under a marble angel with a chipped wing. The trills of spring peepers serenade the souls and all the plastic flowers. And the departed do not weep, harping on their marriages to stillness. Instead they sing, Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, in their NYC-apartment-sized plots, happy to be invited. It’s been so long since any of them’ve been to a party.
Photo credit: PhotoGraham
This is lovely, really moving but not overly sentimental. Like it a lot.