that day – prelude (2)

momentarily, Wagner’s bridal chorus filled the house

— voluptuously and roaringly —

and my eyes with tears.

the ladies had arranged for flowers

summery, elegant, fragrant,

to make our appearance complete.

my dad’s embrace felt like a silent send-off,

which would later get sealed with words,

utterly pure in nature.

a charming, elderly VW Bulli

beaming in whites and yellows

and crowned with fresh flowers

took us to town hall

a few villages away,

stuttering and gurgling

in a good-natured manner.

a cheeky summer breeze

whisked across the fields

and asked if we were ready.

“The times, they are a changing.”,

she proclaimed

as we assured her: “Yes.”

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