by Bonnie Tate
There's an army base in my backyard, where my husband spends his days. Some evenings we go running or walk Teddy on the north part of the fort, which is acres of thick woods. Troops use this area for various training exercises but we never come acoss anyone in the evenings, save for an occasional coyote.
Soldiers have been training in these woods since World War I, and I like to think about all the people who have walked and run on the muddy paths we walk and run on.
There's hardly a trace of any activity, but here and there, under the dark trees, I imagine that I find clues..a map made of sticks and stones, a shelter heavy with moss. A tricycle(?)