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.

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for magpie 51