As it was in me moving
Through forest I found
As to dog I went
That year scrounging
Through Manhattan……
The wood opened out，
Unlikely in the city，
As to boy slandering
To leave his fitful home，
Bright he might survive
With his pen-knife only.
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As it was in me moving
Through forest I found
As to dog I went
That year scrounging
Through Manhattan……
The wood opened out，
Unlikely in the city，
As to boy slandering
To leave his fitful home，
Bright he might survive
With his pen-knife only.