what follows next

the wedding
is in the backyard.
she's younger than he is by
decades.
a handful of guests
stand around,
their jackets off in the white
heat of
afternoon.
it's Tuesday.
why not?
there's a dog lying in the shade
a bowl of water
beside him.
we see it all from our deck.
we see
the preacher with his book
opened,
words are said.
the groom and bride kiss.
there's light applause,
then they all disappear inside.
for cake I assume,
and what follows next.