My Sister’s Wedding
My sister thought
Her wedding
Might never happen
For we lived in a world
Where an arbitrary line was drawn
Between those who were allowed
To express their love in public
And those
Who were not
As if love
Were so over abundant
We could afford
To throw some away
Today
The sun has come up
On something entirely new
The decision was made
At last
That all love is equal
We still need to weep
For the billions who’ve died
With their love unexpressed
But today
We can start
Planning
My sister’s wedding
The author is a poet and playwright who lives in Burbank.
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