Wednesday, February 2, 2011
A Wedding In Detroit
"I bring bricks together," her father liked to joke,
And indeed he did,
Baking them in an oven like bread--
But instead of loaves rising,
There were buildings instead--
And streets laid red and endless under boots, wheels and hooves.
He was a practical man and made a practical match for his only girl.
Everyone agreed he had a gift for picturing how things would fit together,
And he had built a world solid sturdy and strong--
She was never one who would say her father was ever mistaken or wrong,
And so she
Stole a moment to say her regrets to her real love,
A downstairs maid named Brigit--
Then got into the carriage
And smiled resolute and odd all through the jolting ride
Down the hard bricks
To the house of God.
for magpie 51