Up in the woods, signs of an old road, bounded by stone walls, parallel and straight, then turning, then parallel and straight again, slanting off across the neighbor’s lot and petering out, shagbark and ash on either side, big, old trees so some are dying, and where the road was—never paved, just a packed trail—soil has eroded between the walls, left it irregular and rocky-bottomed, small trees grown up here and there, hemlock and blue beech, so it’s no road now, only a hint of what there was long ago when wagons and horses, perhaps oxen as well, made their way somewhere to somewhere through the woods.
This article appears in August 2017 Issue.
