turn around and go back

i stop

for the directions on the back

country road.

there's an

old man

and woman selling

produce

in a shack, sitting

in folding chairs

and using

cardboard

to cool themselves

and to keep the flies away.

they're in the shade

and don't move

a lick when we pull

up.

do you know where

the water tower

is? the woman says.

no, i say.

i don't.

what about the Jones Farm,

where all the cows

are?

nope.

i'm lost.

yes you are mister, my

advice is to turn

around,

or use your phone.