in a cobbled courtyard

The children were part of a nearby wedding:
a miniature bride and groom,
she in a gauzy white ballerina gown,
he in a black tuxedo, bow tie, white shirt
— just barely table height,
playing near the tree in the clear centre
surrounded by gabbing patrons and busy waiters
intently serving the outdoor tables
loading them with wine and elegant food
from the four facing restaurants.

the golden afternoon sun
slanted through delicate locust leaves,
touching her soft cheek, his shy smile;
and for a moment there was total silence.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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