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Three shooting stars in the night sky
one after the other
I look right at my mother
Mouths and eyes wide
Like jam jar lids
A sea of bodies stills
In awe at a miracle
music and strobe lights remain sightless and unaware
“Did that just happen”
A guest whispers
“Heaven really said ‘mabrook’”
Another laughs
I turn to my now-husband
He smiles
Our hands intertwined
“God is real, my love”
Time resumes
the sea begins to groove
Ripples making ripples
My white suit
Glistens under the moon
My sister
The tireless wedding general
pinches my cheek
On her way to the cliff’s edge
Overlooking the salty Dead Sea
She did what I asked
This truly is a spectacle
I bet she struck a deal with god
Erupting the heavens
Just for us
This night sky we share
Jerusalem orange wine
Numbing my fingertips
I paint the air with laughter
As I think of what comes after