Cantina

She was married in a cantina.
It was a bar in a strip mall
Next to the big K K-Mart in a village
with three Mexican restaurants
warranting the name cantina.
Fairy tales from the peak years
Speak of a magic stone
hidden, deep. Canting ghosts
led me to her wedding day. I watched
the host pass muster at the mass.
I sat between Marcel and Soren;
We wore Tom, Paul, and Lauren.

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