Getting Married

The garden was

Alive,

In full bloom

That spring day.

He held my hand

In his,

Laughing.

And neatly put on

The ring he made

Just for me

Two hours ago.

And he pulled me

Alongside him,

As we ran

Down the aisle

Between a smiling hippo
And an octopus.

I looked back to see

The priest had already left his pedestal.

Yawned, licked his chops,

And gone to sleep under the tree.

It was a lazy, warm day.

He and I

Dreamed up

A house and two children

As father snored on in his hammock.