The Bride at Park Ave. Coffee
by Rita Chapman

It is the time of long evenings, and they sit
by the window waiting for the golden hour

her gown is as heavy as a jewel pulled from the sky
shimmers like an ice drop

their photographer brings coffee, butter cake
and the groom loudly chides her for losing her diamond

and even as her face closes its rattled blossoms
she mistakes her patience with him for love

she belongs in the park among the
magnolias and weeping cherries

he belongs in the blue of her elbow
the last well he will never learn to sip from

they will look at each other and unravel
she will keep touching the sky with two arms
 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 23, Issue 2.

Rita ChapmanRita Rouvalis Chapmanā€™s poetry has appeared most recently in Nine Mile, Laurel Review, Panoply, and Typehouse. She teaches high school English.

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