I flew to Denver May,
early summer.
Sweat beads form in the
blistering sunshine
Already hot, it’s not
even mid-day.
Agenda in tack, first
step pedicures,
Next comes the
Bachelorette-party
And drinks, but I'm under
age, none for me.
The eldest sister, leaving
the big nest
Me meeting my future
brother-in-law,
Shaking hands, smiling
although my teeth hurt.
Now, time for hair and
make-up, look alike dolls
Hours of sitting still,
snails moving faster.
White light fills the
room, flashing cameras
Pause, pose, documenting
every detail.
Two flower girls, holding
balls of pedals
Yellow accenting golden
spiral curls.
Sisters matching silver
shiny dresses,
Ringlets and wavy hair,
ruby red lips
Five total, young with
the slightly older.
Allison, Susan, Rachael,
and Lia
Savannah, and all our
male escorts.
Chelsea the bride,
beautiful as can be.
Cinderella ready for her big
début
Pink heels hidden beneath
the princess gown
Deep breathes with the
final moments before
She
walks down the aisle, eyes search for the prince
Red pedals contrast with
the deep blue tears
Not wanting it to be time
leave behind
A familiar family with
loving
Arms and a accustomed
home, but a bird
Must leave, finish the
agenda in Denver.
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