Wedding Laces (and a little note)

A busy week has kept me from posting, but here's a poem, and you can expect another new post before the weekend. Today, a friend commented on my lack of posting, so I thought I'd share a silly little poem in which he's a character. Thanks for checking in, TK! And here it is...

Wedding Laces

You dreamt I was with you on a street
when your laces came undone so you dropped
to one knee and started knotting.
A man of scruff and smell, so you said,
came to me and asked about presidents
and precedents.
Hating talk of politics, I nodded and smiled.
Loving opinions, you were building a sentence
to make the man shake your hand.
But I pushed your head back down to the leather,
and you thought it just meant that I didn’t want
you to ramble on.
You said you smiled, and finished
with the bow—that you stood and we walked on.

But I have to say your story is skewed,
in effort to make me grin.
Really, dear, the dream is speaking,
your subconscious says I’m smothering you.
I’m holding you up, with guns
and flashing signs.

My dream last night was this:
I was about to marry another man.
At the altar I took his hand, but then ran.
In the back, he joined me,
knowing full well
the ceremony was through.
He took off my veil and we
found a wooden bench.
We sat, put our feet up.
And dear, my wedding shoes didn’t have any laces.