COUNSELOR: Poetry Crisis Line, how may I help you?
CALLER: Whose woods these are I think I know.
COUNSELOR: That information should be on file in the County Clerk’s office
CALLER: His house is in the village though;
COUNSELOR: Do you need to notify him of a problem? A fire? Downed tree? Strange beast slouching toward Bethlehem?
CALLER: He will not see me stopping here
COUNSELOR: Hang on–what are you planning to do?
CALLER: To watch his woods fill up with snow.
COUNSELOR: They’ve been doing that a lot lately, haven’t they?