The river chuckled
full of joyful cherubs, and the maples
bent close to hear
the whispers and gossip
of family and friends as tenders prepared the beer.
The Fisherman came dressed
in his Captain Hook limp, his so black suit and vest
as the crows cawed
and a lone goose paused
on his journey from the sun drenched west.
The bride stood aglow
in her gossamer wings,
her smile and pink rosy bliss,
down the Aisle of Queens in her mermaid’s dress
to the edge of the Eddy Kiss.
The breeze brought whispers
and the vows were spoke
as memories swelled to fainting,
time elapsed and the audience stilled
caught in a Rockwell painting.