epithalamion (for Marie and Troy)

by Gord Sellar

nobody else knew where to look, that love–
everything–hides and moves as shadow, cool
prayers; that beneath the surface, we are already
one breath, unison covering the world on this day,
and everything hinges on this, our promise, us.

February 8, 2012

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