The poem on our invitations isn't quite legible, on purpose, but in case you're wondering it's a poem by one of my favourite authors Michael Ondaatje, called Inner Tube. Since this is how Lee and I met, we thought it was lovely, and here it is:
(Inner Tube)
On the warm July river
head back
upside down river
for a roof
slowly paddling
towards an estuary between trees
there's a dog
learning to swim near me
friends on shore
my head
dips
back to the eyebrow
I'm the prow
on an ancient vessel,
this afternoon
I'm going down to Peru
soul between my teeth
a blue heron
with its awkward broken backed flap
upside down
one of us is wrong
he
his blue grey thud
thinking he knows
the blue way
out of here
or me
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