My mind was split in two–
there was unreality. And then you two,
David and Anna. We were on the dancefloor
at Phipps conservatory when David asked
me to be Best Man. When I said hell yeah,
an octogenarian gave his all to Daft Punk
on a dancefloor that’s hosted hundreds
of weddings. I was writing a screenplay
in my mind that already I have forgotten.
But it probably involved a forever love,
a lotus, and a flytrap. We went outside
to see bullfrogs, to leave the indoor heat,
and there was a chorus in the swamps,
unexpected baritones and falsettos
we could not anticipate. A cool breeze
contrasted earlier heat, and rain, and
in the end I was with my friends, singing
with bullfrogs their forever songs
that will– I hope– outlast us all.


(originally published in Capsule Stories, Spring 2020)

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