The time of grooms and brides and chapel bells
and summer has come creeping into view.
We can’t escape the sounds of constant knells.
The tower’s bell that tolls for couples who
recite a vow to be forever bound.
I look at you and see my blushing bride,
the partner I have sought, but never found,
for history has always stemmed this tide.
As time moves under cloudless sunny skies,
rekindling of the love we’ve shared transpires.
Though hope for me has ever been unwise,
there’s something more I feel in this year’s fires.
     Alas, like windy, warm Chicago’s breeze,
     the time for us to marry quickly flees.

COPYRIGHT 2001 by Michael Bonanno
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