The bride stands in whitefullness on the church stepswhile cameras catch a mixedshow of joy and bafflement,sunshine and blinked-back surpriseat the suddenly unfurledafternoon of sentiment
and also the blue fixedshock of hurt in her eyeswhen she looks up and seesstorms of confetti hurledwith such precision, such fury thatshe must freeze and ask herself whatit means and if it ever stops
