He had been so lonely.
Days passed without the need to speak.
He understood at last
why God had made a man of the very dust.
It was a wooden woman
who came then into his arms.
He turned her face toward his own
and bid her speak.
She wasn’t made precisely in his image
but she had charm.
Her eyes were skillfully painted
and she was sanded very smooth.
She could be dull, though,
and nothing she said ever surprised him.
Still, people smiled at them together.
He was definitely noticed.