When Brides Drift By

for Lisa, my sister

When brides drift by the seaside
And dip their lace in foaming surf,
Then grooms will dig for clams
In cummerbund and split-tail tux.

The walrus will preside
In robes of solemn seaweed
While the couples take their vows.

Fiddler crabs, applauding
With one claw held high,
Will form the wedding party.

Catered by courageous flying fish,
The reception will be held
Among smooth dunes dyed purple
By a slowly sinking sun.


©2017 Michael Fraley




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