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From Indiantown during the autumn equinox
my tire wobbled in remote Maine woods
and again on the next curve
wobble wobble
so I stopped at a grassy lane off the road
at a hunter's cabin among the trees
a cobweb veiled the window of the shed
a wide old car rusted beneath an age-torn tarp
the two o'clock sun dappled green grass
tree leaves floated from the top of porcelain blue
and leather jacket pillowing my head
I lay down for a nap.
Gently awakened 
the sun had moved across
refreshing recreating rest
the tow truck had arrived.