i'll be with the birds and critters lost in obamaland. lost in his world of power and prestige, his world of hope and change, his vision of the landscape of wealth, his hope, his change. there will be less nature and more social control, and i fear we won't be able to walk free. now it's said the driving range won't disappear but expand, and those trees may be early sacrifices. the bobolinks have long been eradicated from bobolink meadow, and the meadow itself may go the way of the birds. but i have other people's dogs to walk, and i can't migrate. i'll stay where the park was and mourn this land. and beyond this millennial garden the vast wasteland of trump. we will have to grow our own nature, on the inside.