Reid@YWP

She’s picking me up

a waterfall rushing down her cheeks

covering me

as my beads absorb

the ocean in her palm 

She’s a familiar face

This country is empty 
It is long gone 
For the days of adventure 
And truth 
Lie written in our history books 
Soon to be burned and forgotten

I remember sitting

In my mom’s lap,

Her arms curled around me,

The rocking chair creaking slightly

In the breeze of her love,

Swayed and lulled by a sea

note: partially inspired by Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese" 

        and  for my mom 

i want you to sit and stare at the glistening horizon. 

I'm 14. 
And I just saw Bruce Springsteen
Live for the first time. 

I've loved him and his music since I was 6. 
I've listened to him religiously since I was 7. 

Concealing Comfort:

The day I saw you

Hanging there,

I knew we’d be the best of friends.

Bought you in a flash,