Instagramming the Spirit of Whitman at KO

"The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night/Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation." 

"I celebrate myself, and sing myself." 

"I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,/if you want me again look for me under your boot-soles." 

"The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering."