Reid@YWP

in every child’s favorite season,

the scorching sun’s fiery tang

yields to the caress

of a zephyr’s gentle sway

my synesthetic realm

I make a right turn down Condor Avenue with my shoulders held high near my exposed neck and my hands shoved deep into my pockets.

When I was growing up, I lived in a state of confusion. The state that I lived in had autumn, like all the rest, but never seemed to know it; that, in turn, confused me.

Autumn is when you left

and the feelings inside of me were storm clouds,

each drop of rain an emotion

Sadness

Relief

Fear

Autumn is my release

Feet pounding on leaf scattered trails

why ban words

when they speak the truth

i know our world has hardships

that we must overcome

i know some see things

in a different light

but when a child

sees a book

on how a boy

Often it is not understood,
just how alive the world is.

You look out the window, see the still trees, and you think,

"Sure, they're alive, but not like me. They don't move, think or see."