Wedding Poem by Fuad Rifka

Wedding



In the winter of his years
on a chair beside the window.
Through the cracks
the snow creeps over his feet
buries them,
buries his waist and his neck,
and he doesn't move.

He knows
he is late for the wedding,
for all weddings.

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