Multiple brides,
An auspicious day, it seems.
Sari potas with windfull rustles,
In white, crimson and peach.
Front of the maritime museum,
In a popular background of anchors,
And I with my camera,
Looking at the foreigner with his camera,
Looking at the official wedding photographer with his camera.
How much space was I invading?
How much of their privacy was I shooting?

Multiple weddings. Fort style.
The cobblestone streets.
Dutch buildings of mustard.
How much privacy
did they ascribe
to themselves?
Photographers, hand-picking
The same building
At the exact time
Weaving their way through the
Bridesmaids and grooms
And fidgeting little
Flower girls and page boys.

Would they mind?
Multiple brides and grooms