Coco

My babysitter,

Brother,

Sister,

And I,

Huddle on the green couch.

Her laptop,

Shiny silver,

Is opened

swift locks of golden hair belonging to—

a girl once invisible that now has a place in this world,

guitar stained with teardrops,

that is worn out by playing her song.

golden fireworks blazing from the sky—

I stare at rolling fields, watching the houses slip by. I look up at the mountains, noticing the warm tint on the trees that blanket them. It’s past 7 PM, one of the most beautiful times of the day in Vermont.

Pine trees

Maple trees

Birch trees

(and all the other ones,

too)

Summer river water

Winter lake ice

(and everything in between,

too)

Light flurries

Hard snow storms

Icicles

Open the door

Check

Under the bed

Or else

No, I’m too tired. I’m sure I will be fine if I don-

Or else.

Make sure