Their course: a bit random.
By the market they ride;
They feel the good vibe.
The brakes they apply,
A rack they do spy.
A heaven-sent sign:
"Lemonade could me mine,
Or fruit of the vine?
Perhaps we should dine.
Something light would be fine."
With appetite sated,
Fatigue now abated,
Mood fully elated,
The day re-created,
Onward they ride,
A groom and his bride,
One more day by his side.
[2018]
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