Jenna’s Peach
Cullen Kuhn
October 4, 1998
Leaves falling
on a remote dirt road.
October 4, 1998, brisk morning air pierces through
skin like a needle sewing thread.
I see the shack in the distance.
Onward I trudge, close enough to see
“Jenna’s Peach” hanging above the door.
A jar of peaches on the counter
“two bucks” says the cashier
I slip her the week’s allowance
and head down the road.
A trail of leaves leads me
home.