On the Way to Your Wedding
by Bryan R. Monte

           For Neil and Nora

Frontal
rainfall
all night.
Water
churns and
drops down
steep crags
into
foamy
streamlets.

Grey-white
bleating
boulders
huddle
en masse
on the
asphalt,
blocking
the road
ahead.

The coach
driver
honks his
horn, then
opens
the door,
whistles
and shouts
which gets
them up.

Slowly
they move
back through
the hole
made by
fallen
“bricks” of
limestone
in the
old wall.

‘Better
wet wool
and their
hooves in
the muck,
than dry
and dead
under
my wheels,’
he thinks.