Francis Is Getting Married

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.