Old Dogs

MATRIMONIA


I had somehow
agreed to attend
a wedding
even though
I had successfully managed
to avoid such affairs
for almost
15 years

I had relented
on the supposition
of a short ceremony
and a brief appearance
at the subsequent reception
for congratulatory
purposes
only

I was amazed
at the ornate church
and elaborate
proceedings
wondering
how the purported prince
of love and simplicity
would have assessed
this cold and
complicated
conjugal endeavor

however
these thoughts
were lost to me
when I glanced up
at the wedding party
all deeply entrenched
in reverent performance
of their respective duties
around the altar
and noticed
nothing
but the seemingly
bare feet
of the little
flower girl

how
did this
happen?

had she
kicked off
her shoes
in a fit
before the show?

was it due
to some
medical condition?

was anybody else
seeing this?

eventually
I realized
she did indeed
have covered feet
my confusion stemming
for the fact that
the female contingent
all wore pink outfits
with matching heels
save for the flats
of the tiniest
member

flats
of a color
so close to her own
lovely skin tone
that from a distance
they blended perfectly
looking all the world
like her own
albeit enlarged
lowest extremies

my day
was made

the remainder
of the ritual
passing painlessly
thanks to the musings
upon the little
flower girl
with big
bare
feet

I am
easily
amused