Bright church bells Saturday afternoon,
vision in white descending stone steps,
waiting car with a tail of tin cans,
soaped back window, Just Married.

We know the odds are against these two, 
commitment as lasting as candle wick,
love fares poorly outside the clean room
exposed to the hazmat of temptations.

We cast bird seed at the laughing pair,
he holds the door while she climbs in.
What advice for the newlyweds is there to share?
How to keep a flame lit in spite of the wind?

They drive off to cheers in, for now, fair weather,
stronger leaning into the gales together.