IV of Wands

Inside
a red tower
rears up,
a phallic
pseudo-spire
with no bell
thrusting
into the sky
while outside
in the sunshine
the chuppah, the wedding bower
stands ready and garlands of flowers
await the marriage of
what may well turn out to be
Water and Fire
Heaven and Hell

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