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.