Isle La Motte, Vermont
July 29, 2012; modified February 3, 2015
At
Maya House
on
Isle La Motte
two
brides embrace
as
loved ones watch
well-chosen
words when
spoken
under open sky
rise
up in light
to
join the song
of
hermit thrush
in
blissful flush
of
summertime.
Soon
siblings, strangers
sit
as one, share
pasta,
toasts and provolone
as
Texas, Georgia, Quebecois
mingle
with Missouri
tribes,
their vegan plates
set
side by side
with
sausage balls
and
biting flies, a wedding
feast
for all alike.
Later
in the failing light
beyond
a summer sunset
far
away from most places
rising
over cold waters
a
stone’s throw
from rocky shores –
The
ladies of the lake are one.
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