highway apartment

....we'd stomp mossy sticks in half, the tree we found had 5 trunks growing out of the same spot, like 5 seeds had been buried together by an animal. "Ancient squirrel" he said. I was taller, so he'd break the pile up and I'd reach to jam the sticks between the trunks. One way in and one way out, roofless with a dirt floor, trilliums up the steep bank behind us, and always rainy days. Stick and plaster walls with no plaster. Only once we had sun, I remember being in the red volkswagon, Saturday, driving the road above the hill, I must remember because we never drove that road. I could make out the top of the fort as we drove by. Flash of sticks, no ceiling. Unfinished, we left it that day, my window was stuck open....