we could get married

we could get married,
yes. we could adopt
children, house trained
children with spellable
names. we could
go to some far away
land to find a child
almost grown,
because we are too old
now to have babies. at
least i am. okay, forget
the kids. we could
get a house near the river.
a picket fence would
be optional. i prefer
no fence. but a dog would
be nice. maybe some
chickens and a rooster.
scratch that. maybe
a cat to keep the mice
away. you could have
a garden to work in,
i could have a hammock
to lie in and watch you
dig and plant,
while swinging sleepily
between two
great oak trees.
our neighbors would envy
us, and wish that
they were us,
had our bliss.
we could get
married. rent a hall,
send out invitations
to all of our friends
not on facebook. you
could wear white,
a long dress with flowers
behind your ears.
i could too, a t shirt
with flip flops and a
ball cap. we  could keep
it simple. hot dogs on
the grill, cold beer,
maybe shrimp on a skewer
for those with special
dietary needs. hummus,
if you insist.
wine in a box. someone
could sing, someone
could play an instrument,
anything but the bag
pipes, or the harpsicord.
no banjos either.
someone could make a
speech telling us
how wonderful
we are. everyone would
applaud with great
enthusiasm and wide smiles.
there could be dancing
too. we could get married.
throw all of our
belongings and  money
into one communal
pile and call it love. we
could live happily ever after.
we could, we really could.
but why, when it's so good
the way it is.