lovers in the woods

even

these tossed cans

catching

sunlight

have a beauty to them,

an empty green

bottle on its side,

the litter

of lovers

passing into the woods

searching for

a hollow

away

from prying eyes.

this paper blowing,

wrappers,

strings that held things

together

give signs of life.

i walk

slowly with the cool

breath

of autumn

upon me.

i won't disturb the woods,

these lovers,

it's their

turn now, not mine.