At the end of the road
Make a right-hand turn
Check your left side
Leaves float

The trees rush past
The car’s windshield
The sun is blinding you
Even in fall

His house is on the right
In the green garden
He is picking fruit off the trees
Wave to him

He smiles at you
The sunbeams hit the dash
and you are pierced
You fly through it

For a second you feel euphoria
As you collide with the light