**Spoiler Alert!**
First, what put that road there?

Sure, stuff’s gotta get somewhere,

but mostly someone’s gotta want it

when it gets there,

right?  Semi-trailer gotta

hurtle along some trail.

Second, what are the odds

of friendly ol’ Fred Gwinn

having the ticker to top

Maine’s Mi’kmaq Mount Doom

before Rachel and the tykes

jet back from Thanksgiving?

A soothy septuagenarian

subsisting on bungers and Bud –

unlikely idinit?

Victor happened to be

out for a jog in Orono –

who read him

into any of this?

Is Jud evil or just stupid?

After all the ground is sour

Louis. Death should be inevitable,

that’s inviolable.
But the real big puzzler is why Rachel,

in seven years of matrimony,

never mentioned Zelda.

She didn’t once utter “Louis, you

must know, I had a sister

curtail’d of fair proportion

who breathe left in a backroom.

The flashbacks come as

vivid as noonlight

piercing a nap.”
Seems like something

you’d share with your spouse right?