I forced 

Two paths

Two rivers 

Bleeding yellow

Neither were least traveled

Not in New Hampshire 

A pair of leather shoes

in spring mud

after winter 

White with rust

plied between trees

Maytag 

GE 

Reynolds-Weyerhauser

I wandered and smelled pine 

and frosty stars

On nothing sat simple ladies

And dimpled terrain

No Arapasoke Iroquois Cree

Algonquin fever

My hands cold

My brain dead