To my dad and my late mom on what would have been their 62nd wedding anniversary
Young, slightly plump bride,
beautiful in her glow.
Groom is smiling, a bit sheepish;
he's had one too many.
In this one
the bride's cousin, all of 12,
sneaks into the bride's sequestered room
with a cocktail.
"You look as if you need it," she says.
Later, after the wedding march:
The moms survey their guests.
Grand Concourse on a winter's night.
Snow moon lingers.