In a World With Enough Wolves
for the whitetail deer,
I’d still hike without a gun.
I’d walk the woods as alert
as I was the day I got lost,
working my way around
a bog, seeking pitcher plants.
Off-trail, I headed northerly
instead of south and realized
it at only the top of a rise
that revealed asters, shagbark,
oak, and another slope.… Read the rest