Who said “I do, I do” among the dusty
Law books.
And there were three witnesses.
Darius in a white shirt stood between
Two others, old and little like himself:
The father of the groom—roundheaded, fumbling
Miserably at his tie—and full of tears
The mother, full of shame and happy tears.
Her boy was being married. But to think—
To think—and then the rest of it was weeping;