After I'd crossed the
river of stones, reaching the other side without
slipping, my attenton leapt
stepping over the Do Not Enter chain stretched across
the path. Followed Cat tracks etched deeply
into the loam,
flecks of yellow leaves
and rotten limbs fallen from shivering trees.
She said, "The wild orange
groves were felled because they were a fire hazard." She
astride a horse; my feet were hugging the ground.