On a busy Missouri street, we saw a small throng
huddled around a church’s front door.
Was it a funeral or a wedding?
We ogled and stared, but could not find
conclusive evidence to support either possibility
of it being an event to celebrate life
or to mourn death.
They were primarily black-clad,
but their faces were bright.
Were they waiting for the coffin or for the bride?
A friend, whose first home was India, said,
“Black is not appreciated for big functions in India.
How many colors are there? You must make use of them…
for weddings especially.”
But we were still not sure
what that group was all about.