Wedding Poem by Wendy Barry Think of yourselves as going on a long journey who knows where. You’re pulling a two story wagon over impossible terrain. And you’re taking the most difficult route following the advice of the wrong people. There will be endless taunting laughter echoing from the canyon walls and arrows, inexplicably, in your oxen. Cast out and separate, you’ll wander the desert bickering and squabbling over who carries what. Mostly you’ll be hungry-- a gnawing desire in your bones-- so hungry you’ll suck the lichen from the rocks and chew on the bark of trees. Finally, winter’s night will fall upon you Dropping down like a beast from the trees, covering the world in white. Your hands will be cut, your wagon broken— Look at each other and remember: This is the one above all others You have sworn not to eat. 118 theMeadow
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