The Wedding

Jupiter turns
from first postnuptial kiss of Neptune
tossing bridal blossoms
to planets all.

There is a tense
atmosphere
as
Earth slams into Mars
         (who always wears that tacky red)
kicks shy Pluto's frigid shin
and jumps
just beyond the grasp of Saturn
         (that new-money bitch)
catching coveted
bunch.

As daffodils scatter
on desert clay, she preens:
the pyramids bejeweled in
gold.

As lotus
lands
on golf course pond, she winks:
         the joke's on you,
         Man.

As rose
seduces
human skin, she blooms:
For an instant all is
scarlet garden.

For an instant.

Next to wed, her groom is
War.
Everyone's invited, of course.
Who will catch the beautiful

bouquet?