Howard pats down his pockets
for the wedding ring,
wearing his sheepishness like a force field
as the ceremony slowly runs aground.
Unable to find it on the second pass,
he passes wind in a loud, echoing way,
which - with the benefit of hindsight,
watching back on video three months later -
only makes the situation worse,
the bride disguising her tears
by cleverly gagging at the smell
which tells Howard he's followed through
then the ring turns up - top pocket,
tucked behind the button. That's why
he couldn't find it. Sort of funny,
really, or at least, bittersweet.
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