Crepe myrtle hues are never wrong.
You can tell a year
From any other
By the way a pale pink is sometimes not
And just how hot a hot pink bud might bloom.
But when the myrtles crimson tall
In June,
Grooms best look for a place to fall out
And flop in august and understand,
Brides will girdle and bridle
And band together
And molt,
And revolt is at hand.
They might decide to burn their bras again.
And yes,
It's going to be that kind of year.

-jenn