West Parliament Square
Outside the city chambers
summer rain dries on Old Town cobbles.
Tourists clamour round our hatinators, heels,
looking for a bride who never appears.
Instead, indulgent looks, double takes;
two young men ask to hug the grooms.
From the High Court, Hume (one moob showing),
looks on. St Giles is still amid the ebb.
We are a piece of history here, following
rainbow, Saltire flags to the reception.
Today the sun has broken through,
every summer morning different.