Susan Howard lives on a small farm on the outskirts of Auckland City, New Zealand. She works as an accountant and writes poetry in her spare time. She has been published in a fine line (NZPS), Shotglass Journal (USA), The Typewriter (NZ), and other international publications.
Nice Day for a wedding
The sea washes up the past, then dumps it before
ebbing a clean slate with enough grit to hold the dreams.
Toetoe flutter like birds in flight stuck in the sand as if
constrained by the detritus of disjointed lives.
The guests gather, like licorice all sorts, held together by
loose connections. The groom wanders by in shorts and tee shirt.
Outside the chairs hoping for a sunny day, are scattered like skittles by
the winds of shredded families patched up and on show for a day.
Surrogate uncles join together in waiata. Wedding speeches
reference the path of love, obliquely scattering the past.