Mixed Marriage
Trying to make sense
Of this Babel of Polynesian and Yupik
You move among the guests
Try not to notice the whirling bolos
The harpoons
And the swinging stone clubs
Pause to sample
The yam paste and roast gibbon
Or slurp a spoonful of moose soup
Applaud as the bride now resplendent
In printed cotton, immaculately manicured Garlands
And sun bucket hat enters
The Groom, magnificent in beaded walrus hide
Caribou skin goggles
And matching moccasins
Two steps behind
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