Spontaneous Combustion

A wave of crystal white wine
fell
abruptly to kiss the dance
                          floor,
and swim within a
serrated sea of glass.

A pile
of satin lapels,
coat tails
and slacks coiled itself
lightly around
the cummerbund and
cufflinks-

quickly, a discreet
cello melody
drifted uneasily into
a bewildered silence.

A breathless and
blinking crowd
of relatives
and revelers
surveyed the smoldering scene
       
 wondering

if this
necessarily affected
the legitimacy of the vows-
and the openness
of the bar.


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