I was at a wedding this summer, and doodled this on a napkin. I offer it to you all, at summer's end.
For K& S
when lovers dance inside their box
the locksmith loosens all his locks
the keys with which the player plays
release the priest from what she prays
the fox outleaps the highest praise
so marriage dances on our gravest days
each ringed hand ringing as it peals
for love speaks parables of what it feels.
poem by Todd Swift
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