I forded 

Two paths

Two rivers 

Bleeding yellow

Neither were the least traveled

In New Hampshire 

Old leather shoes in spring

after winter under snow

White with rust 

Piled and plied between trees

Maytag GE 

Reynolds-Weyerhauser's

I wandered and smelled pine 

and frosty stars

On simple ladies

And dimpled terrain

No Arapasoke Iroquois Cree

Algonquin fever in washes

My hands were cold

My brain dead