in autumn i am a wandering thing
in broken-in boots
on horseback
rambling
through country i do not own
(and why should we
own what is wild?)
if i disrupt the forest
with hoofprints
between aspen
it will make a change
(in some way)
this country is a gift
and i am not to misuse it
but it keeps calling me out
or rather, in
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