intersection of life and path
Recall walking the trail-way with the pups two in tow, just past the intersection south to the old apple orchard, where that nice young couple took over the farm, as a gift from her parents despite no prior skill set, making a success of it until she drowned on their first ever vacation, leaving him lost in a fog of routine driving each day, delivering fresh pickings for squeezing into cider, pressed to say hello at that intersection where two large pilings, fit to tye up an ocean liner, guard the pathway on the east side of the roadway, the same day one served as turret bed for a ratty racoon, unafraid out at noon, preventing safe passage beside his chugging truck, pinned for an end faster’n we walk to phone the animal shelter, pleading please tend to rabid Rocky, colossus of posts, walking east, along the intersection of life and path.
