Sponsored by Mineralava

For Rebecca. 

standing there, gazing,
they all thought him a god -
eighty-eight ladies lined up like the keys
of a freshly tuned baby grand;

he was tired of music
(but too gracious to show it).

seventeen weeks of sweating and smiling
and barely a moment alone with his bride...

that night, at the garden,
he crowned one a queen,
the final note in
a minuet of merchandising.



Rudolph Valentino and the Mineralava Tour