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ON THE ROAD EAST OF THE RED BARN BY PAT ANTHONY Deep in the woods, we sit the grey plank bridge above the creek, no more really than three 4 x 12’s with a bit of framing. Too narrow for the county mowers so everything’s grown up into bowers and caves, poison ivy, smilax, horse weeds. Sometimes, if the water’s low, a turtle will share a rock with a speck of sun, but it’s mostly dappled shade, damp and rank, green mud, leaf drift. Go farther east past the farm with all the dogs and you can count frogs beside the arrowhead, but here it’s just the silence above and beneath those splintered timbers, the smell of air so ripe it drips. Gyroscope Review 16-4 Page ! 7