Yes, and BASTA, I do walk in the fields, br they are all mine as well as yours, br no God that I would ever know br would give you rights of exclusivity, br to dewdrops, grass and sticky clay. br br I'm one with all the things I see, br the rabbit hiding, thinking he can fool br a teacher's eyes and keen perception? br I step around the living things and splash br inside the puddles from the recent rain, br no one can see me now, I am that child br that you, my precious parents snatched away! br br Away from the joys br and the hand-me-down toys, br from the worms in all pockets br and the spiders in shoes, br and the trips to the pantry br to the desk in the den br for cigars and Sarotti br and the booklet of nudes br all the photos of Jan br with her Austrian dudes. br I do talk to the hoppers br in the greenest of grass br and no critter avoids me br not one ever has. br I have leapt into manhood br with the kick of your boots br and I think that the devil br was with you in cahoots.