In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rock feller Center.
You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life.
You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers.
And when you look down,
you'll see tiny figures pounding corn,
laying stripes of venison
on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways.
