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  • mossy friendship reminds me of my daughter's wedding,
    which was held at shannon's house, which is made of glass,
    which overlooks the entire pacific ocean, which she volunteered.

    before the party the party walked down to the sacred grotto
    for the ceremony, down the dirt road -- all the people from the world
    murmuring in many tongues, diaphanous colors, expectant postures:
    they had never seen the grotto.

    i walked beside andre, huge andre i have known since a baby,
    his accordion breathing a longing keen into the woods.
    on the way down to point arena, in the truck, alone, i had made up a song,
    and as i tripped beside andre singing it, my voice and his accordion's
    felt into each other,
    climbed up the massive trunks and down them, followed the vines deep, away,
    filled a space that echoed with saudades and sweetness,
    a beating heart.

    i can't tell you what the song was now, i can't think of the melody.
    la boda, el casamiento, hmm-hmm...i don't know, really i don't,
    only coming to the grotto,
    old-growth redwoods scraping the underbelly of the sky,
    a parade of beauty for the sake of love, festooned family, gathered friends,
    luminaria winking in the ferns along the footpath,
    the grotto dripping, deep, green, dim, silent, holy.
    moss moss and green, under a spell, dense and old, perfect.
    you could practically grasp it with your hands,
    a trance that landed on bare arms and eyelids.
    poems shoved against it, into it, married it, were one with it.

    the wedding guests, too, the silent, ancient sentinels, the very air shimmered
    into a single, breathless expectation.
    you might call it fairies or
    crazy-unspeakable because it was really too ephemeral to call,
    but we all fell in love so hard in there,
    we had to hold each other so we didn't collapse to the needle-covered duff,
    tears running down our cheeks for joy. yes, just go ahead and know it was pure love.

    the space where love that gorgeous could be declared and witnessed
    with sufficient atmosphere for its trueness:

    friendship made that happen.
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