Martuni Baby!

So we’re on the second floor of some run down admin centre
waiting for the sign and the moment to come
it’s minus 5 outside, and about plus 6 inside
the men are huddled around smoking in the window free staircase
meanwhile the bride is storming around in the office with blood spilling on her mind
some bureaucratic jackass has got their name on the bride’s line
it’s late Friday afternoon and the snow is coming in off Sevan
she is isn’t going to listen to any bureaucratic reason
when I entered the scene of the crime
the clerk behind the desk has going over the files for the umpteenth time
Canada – Canada, Canada- Canada, Canada; Canadian?
over and over, the bride was clenching her teeth
we sat around in stupor and anticipation…
some quick calls, the assistants take their places, typewriters whirl
ledgers are checked and suddenly there is laughter
the van driver steps in as a witness
suddenly bureaucracy turns civil
the bride takes my hand and in a civil flash
we are married and there is Martunian applause and congrats
though the clerk wasn’t too happy with his ‘fee”
we left man & wife, and finally Martuni free…

March 7th, 2011
Vinohrady, Czech Republic

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