Spring brought the news of a fall marriage.

A wedding in our backyard.

I gave them my blessing

I gave my dreams the wallet;

At last, my dreams would be realized:

A tall white gothic pergola perhaps

A scaled-down, Multnomah Falls;

With a bridge and a path leading everywhere.

Short columns to mount my bonsai trees on,

Patches of lawn between large beds of flowers.

Flowers that bloom in the fall, of course.

In my dreams, I have already arrived on that perfect wedding day.

Everything is beautiful. Everyone is feeling joy in the day.

But my dreams and my wallet need to have another conversation.

I don’t think my dreams want to know what my wallet has to say.