Dogwood

Just take me to the river,
I'll pick my bouquet on
the way down, while you
twist dogwood into bands
big enough for our left
ring fingers, and the birds
can be our witnesses as
the rushing water ushers
us into this matrimony
of joy, and then we can
run with the birch trees,
lay on a quilt of crisp
leaves, and fall into love.

And then eventually,
we will sleep.