Hecate
middle and same question
left turn right
we haven’t arrived
the soup branches
we wander perceptive
living Voynich Manuscript
daydreaming about a clue
gapped rungs
drought coffee mug
an old man materializes
we ask him for directions
he talks like a number station
alarm bell yelp
we depart
balsam fir trees
and a chaotic map
location Bennington Triangle
cut the net
pick motion
enter a timeworn automobile
tap the gas pedal
we sing our song encouraging