The accident took place on I-84 near where the entrance to the Taconic snakes around the perimeter of a rolling cattle farm. Though I didn’t see it happen, the back door of the tipped-over trailer must have flung open upon impact. I arrived just as the goats, startled but unharmed, righted themselves and walked through it.
No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.