Real Life

by Ellen Fagg

In my dreams

You looked a little different.

You were wearing this dashing white hat

As you galloped up on your trusty steed

And swept me away

Into an endless sunset.

So, pardon me,

My valiant knight,

If I didn’t recognize you when you pulled up to my door

In your broken-down Volkswagen with the cracked windshield.

But that sparkle in your eye looked familiar.

Yes,

You can be my valiant knight

And I will be your lady

Just like in my dreams.

Only better.