and a necklace made of shells
and antique bottlecaps;
And a stone shaped like a dragon’s claw.
And in return receive from you
a guitar riff, jasmine-scented;
a handful of bison fur, shed in spring;
And two matched star anise pods.
Then intertwining fingers, spin around three times;
the birds will conduct the ceremony,
with the joining being announced
By the roar of a lion that echoes in the sound of traffic.
Honeymoon we will, balancing in your pickup truck;
full moonlight on bare legs,
the bottoms of our feet still moist
From slow-dancing on the gravel mountain road.