Dyer Woods

Trees line the edge of the field concealing a dark world that makes a child's imagination itch. Red bags stacked and pressed into a peach farmers truck ambles down the one dirt road toward the black of the forrest. The two young ones are watching from a safe place in the high grass. They wait for the black birds to circle away so they can run hand in hand to the back of the truck just before it disappears into the dense wood. They climb into the bags and huddle deep into the center of the pile. The smell of decaying earth and moist grass fills their noses. They lie and wait for their dreams to end.