Stalking elk

Another offering of the mad poet without a blog:

In the world I see you're stalking elk
thru the forest around the Rockefeller Center
You'll wear leather clothes that will last
for the rest of your life.
You'll climb the wrist thick kudzu vines
that wrap the Sears tower
And when you look down
You'll see tiny figures pounding maize
Laying strips of venison
to dry on the empty carpool lanes
of some abandoned superhighway

Anonymous. Seen in an alley in Strathcona.
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