Daniel Senser's Poetry
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
A Wedding
A table is set
For man and his bride.
Hear the chords of the harp
The glasses knocked together in celebration.
Where is the sigh, the cry, the moan,
And the silence?
Nearby. Nearby.
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