Wedding
No bridal gown.
No tuxedo.
Just Her
and Him
in plain clothes,
both skinny, famished, exhausted
by the months of intensive love
preceding their decision.They didn’t notice the clerk
or any witnesses.
They looked at one another in a trance,
in an immobile dance within.They fled right after the ceremony
—what ceremony?
They took a Chagall flight over the city.
They never returned.-Nina Cassian, from Take My Word For It
