strand of pink yarn
(the old story)
tied in bow
around white napkin
tightly wrapped around
knifeforkspoon
pink sash encircles waist
of young woman
walking toward stage
of historied auditorium
pink bowtie graces neck
of young man
walking towards her
bearded chin forward
and then we sing
a cappella
filling aged space
with vital voices
needing no help to lift the harmony
up and up
until it rests in heaven
which beams down grace enough
to bless this earnest union
now bound together
by the bright yarn of love
