Wedding People

Wedding people smell pretty. They are strolling now with their flowing evening sparkles and their high heels poking through the carpet lawn at The El Conquistador Resort. Wedding people smell pretty even with pudge popping out from their watch bands. They flow and they poke across the lawn sounding their hellos like sirens and kissing cheeks and smelling so pretty. They are wedding people, with forever-young hearts sparkling out through their wrinkles and creases. And evening falls.

Palms clatter. Sage colored succulents explode in extreme slow motion. Pool-play ricochets — children splashing and shrieking. The grackle punctures a worm and leaves it flopping while he hops off across the carpet-lawn toward the other flopping, tortured one. The wedding people sip marguerites in the sinking sun at the El Conquistador resort.