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For Jen and Francis Spring
There it is, Havre. I told you so. St. Paul’s
is on the other side, near the Evans’.
I hope Artie
received the right dispensation:
the church is high up, open to lightning.
I’ll bet Rosamund breaks out laughing
in that funny, unpredictable way of hers.
Jen? I met her
several years ago. She’s quiet. Thoughtful. Shy.
Like Francis. It should be a good marriage.
It’s funny how these kids grow up,
so suddenly, all at once.
The wedding nights must be so wild.
Think of us at twenty-five.
But something else, a kind of awe:
here you are, full of love, and full of hope,
starting out a whole new life
with someone that you barely know.