Vagrancy 

Do not run away to the White Cone caves.

Do not set up camp and see her face in the sky.

Do not fold to the Northern Winter hues.

Do not expect us to understand.

Do not taste the sand and tame it into glass.

Do not spend a cold or arid night alone.

Do not fish out West or use live bait.

Do not wish your oats to taste of oil, Christmas coffee, collard greens.

Do not look for me on County Line again.