Dream Wedding

In my dream I was at a wedding.

There were people I knew there,

and also strangers. The way it is

in dreams.

In my dream I was dressed like a man

in a brown tweed suit.

I think it was a three-piece.

I don’t remember who asked me to wear it,

but I was happy to oblige.

In my dream my hair was longer than it is

when I’m awake.

I was being particular as I looked

in the mirror to brush it to the side.

It was damp, and I smoothed it out of my face

and tucked it behind my ear.

In my dream I was walking against a

crush of people —

were they going to the wedding?

Why was I walking away?

Where was I going in my three-piece suit

with my hair tucked behind my ear?

In my dream, in the blur of faces, you were there.

You nodded and smiled,

and I awoke.

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