due to COVID,
so we went into the woods one day.
Along the Verdigris River,
I kissed her.
The town was seeking contractors
for brush hog mowing of overgrown yards,
so I came, fell in love, and stayed.
We listened to Malvina Reynolds on the radio,
as the night sings along with a firefly chorus.
Even if the work dries up,
I hope this lasts forever
with a little house on Ninth Street.
My ear to the ground
and another county heard from,
I decide to stay put.