annaswirls
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painted white revised
Just paint them white (revised title)
Dearly beloved, we gather here today
This first painted aisle marker
was once a broom handle.
Your mother broke it
while protecting her brood
from the flying nocturnal mammal,
as his leather wings flapped
silently up to the foyer ceiling.
Girls Girls! Close your door
she shrieked and
whacked it dazed.
One more whap!
and the wood cracked.
to join this man and woman
Handles that mark rows 3, 4, and 5
belonged to Grandmom Schultz.
No one else wanted a dead woman’s brooms,
skin cells and grey hair from brushed wigs
stuck between bristles of
the last sweep.
She would have loved your dress
tiny buttons down the back.
She would have worn her silver moon pin,
diamond star chips hanging by a chain.
in holy matrimony
Row six,
under the white paint you would find
the wood charred black
from the nights
I encouraged the fire to glow
a promise of a warmer morning
for tiny toes.
What God has brought together
You used row 7 and your sister row 8
when she taught you the high school rifle routine
tossing and clicking broom handles
down on the concrete driveway
until your brothers insisted they needed the court.
Row 9
a mop handle sword
retrieved from Nana's work shed.
10
Pop-Pop used to check the level of gas
in the silver tank.
let no man put asunder
Tree becomes handle becomes
becomes
a white painted aisle marker
wild flowers strung with ribbon and tulle
two become one.
mark this row as reserved;
Father of the Bride,
painter of broom handles.
Just paint them white (revised title)
Dearly beloved, we gather here today
This first painted aisle marker
was once a broom handle.
Your mother broke it
while protecting her brood
from the flying nocturnal mammal,
as his leather wings flapped
silently up to the foyer ceiling.
Girls Girls! Close your door
she shrieked and
whacked it dazed.
One more whap!
and the wood cracked.
to join this man and woman
Handles that mark rows 3, 4, and 5
belonged to Grandmom Schultz.
No one else wanted a dead woman’s brooms,
skin cells and grey hair from brushed wigs
stuck between bristles of
the last sweep.
She would have loved your dress
tiny buttons down the back.
She would have worn her silver moon pin,
diamond star chips hanging by a chain.
in holy matrimony
Row six,
under the white paint you would find
the wood charred black
from the nights
I encouraged the fire to glow
a promise of a warmer morning
for tiny toes.
What God has brought together
You used row 7 and your sister row 8
when she taught you the high school rifle routine
tossing and clicking broom handles
down on the concrete driveway
until your brothers insisted they needed the court.
Row 9
a mop handle sword
retrieved from Nana's work shed.
10
Pop-Pop used to check the level of gas
in the silver tank.
let no man put asunder
Tree becomes handle becomes
becomes
a white painted aisle marker
wild flowers strung with ribbon and tulle
two become one.
mark this row as reserved;
Father of the Bride,
painter of broom handles.
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