when entering woods
(another October is over—)
a woodpecker knocks back, hello
“If only I could give you
the moments I have alone.”
we could get married?
go home, watch movies (in the same bed.)
and name our daughters after trees.
I am happy here, you know,
with my New Collected Friends.
I’ve taken all of their photographs
(holding their dogs and their dreams)
but do you want to come over?