There’s a benign debate — where brightness bore in, grateful pre-nuptials stampeded out,


Drawing the unmarried into dark zones of odiferous propaganda.

And owing to your interest... this won’t establish a holy day, merely an avian sacrament.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of juncos aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Your proud examples gain longterm advantage spreading themselves thin.
(Hold on, I was handed this special instant.)
Keeping one’s posture simple on the corner of statue and utterly out of space, one is within earshot.

I am still there..

Only there’s the one I am for, whom I fail completely, openly.