it's wallet-worn and smudged,
but i still hear pachelbel's in D
and our common saturday-morning language.
four boys, wearing black tuxes and teal ties,
lean against the ceremony's stage -
one of them is adding a wife tonight.
we commemorate life so far -
why i am the story-teller?
the husband-sage replies,
so we can listen.
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