Wedding Pantoum ~ Pat Fargnoli

 

A wedding in the restaurant’s small garden.

Two flutes play a bagatelle,

I am at a plastic table for one

and I am not part of the occasion

 

Flutes play a bagatelle–

the musicians are filling the garden.

Not part of the occasion

I have simply stopped there for lunch

 

as the musicians are filling the garden

with music that lifts like the wind off the patio.

I have simply stopped there for lunch.

Asters and chrysanthemums on the low wall

 

bend with music that lifts like wind off the patio.

The society bride arrives in a red jaunty cart

with her bouquet of asters and chrysanthemums–

the horse as white as the wedding cake.

 

the high-class bride arrives in a red jaunty cart.

I order a Bud Light and wonder

at the horse, white as the wedding cake.

Why didn’t I order a Bloody Mary?

 

I order another Bud Light and wonder

about the two snooty women at the next table.

Why didn’t I order a Bloody Mary?

The waitress takes my second chair away.

 

About the two women at the next table:

they are sipping their Bloody Marys.

The waitress takes my second chair away

and I am naked somehow– alone

 

and not sipping a Bloody Mary

at the damn white plastic table            

where I feel naked.and lonely

in the garden of the Jared Coffin House

 

At the white plastic table

in Nantucket, where there is a wedding

in the garden of the Jared Coffin House

I rise from sun and beer to go back on the ferry.

 

In Nantucket where there is a wedding,

From the white plastic table for one

I rise sun and beer dizzy for the late ferry.

The wedding  continues in the small garden.