"QUIETUS" by Zachary Lundgren

No one is alone. Alive. The last sunon my backand your car turneddown my sister's dirt roadfor the last time.Swallowed by a riotof green. The oaks are over-whelming these gravel trails.Now. I need to walkthis offlike buckshot.We're all rookies at this,we can still taste the ice cream from before.Smell the morningand green. Laughing, but how?