In hush of dawn, after the wedding’s delight
a celebration that went
late into the night,
the tent, a hollow shell,
stood empty in the early light.
In a corner
stood a riotous assembly of crows
now feasting in a celebration
on the remnants of joy -
crumbs and drumstick -
scattered all over the floor, and cawed
for more.
The grass,
although trampled, yet resilient,
shimmered with morning dew.
Soon the cleaning crews will descend
to dismantle the wedding tent,
and erase
the traces of joyous, past moments.
Natalie, the wedding organizer
the weaver of dreams
stood in the emptiness and wondered
where to go next?
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