Pachelbel’s Memoirs

Canon in D.
That classic bromide
Song. The bride.
Ready to ingress.
Contemporary design
Disregarded the veil
And from their seats
The guests could see
The bride weeping.

Using that something
Old her grandmother
Earlier gave to her
Wiped her eyes
Dry. And she
With Pachelbel unrelenting
Progressed towards
The alter with
Gait resembling
Excessive rehersal.

She was young.
In love with love.
And he whom she
So revered wore black.
Upon this sight
She gasped.

She had been young.
In love with love.
And there Pachelbel’s
Canon resolved.

Originally written
9 December 2006

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