Devonne Brown

So they threw them together into the stream and the two splashes they made were as one.
They tossed the rings into the maelstrom of the churning rapids
Their perfect union ended as it had begun,
blessed and honored.
Washed downstream in holy water,
Their wedding rings lost in the turbulence on the river rocks beneath the white rapids above
Carried below the foam away from turmoil.
Friction, contention, dissidence, and distrust
Gone.
They were free. They stepped backwards over the broom and watched the water go
Over the falls to peace, and pool into tranquil waters never to be united again.
The handfast untied, snipped at last.
Smiles.
Free to go their separate ways.
Champagne at her house, beer at his.
Respect.