A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is hereby recognized as an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain.
Why don’t you do it? the poet asked bravely.
i mention an animal (a metaphor)
something surreal happens and
you leave anyway
i worry i’m too special to love
Kristin Lueke’s “Internet Poem About Dream”
this is probably some of my finest work