Reid@YWP

I dreamed 

I was the sun 

over the shimmering sea 

illuminating everything 

perfectly 

I dreamed

I was a crab

At the beach

Pinching toes

Happily

Two plastic plants, a blue glass vase of dead flowers, and a cactus. In the blue glass vase, there is a collection of white and red roses, all dead, all dried up. Back in the days of majesty, flowers had meaning beyond their beauty.

One of my favorite pastimes is people-watching on the porch.  

I will have my tea or lemonade in hand,  

Book resting on my propped-up knees.  

Julia from down the street will wave and ask how I'm doing. 

i know spring is ending, because the lilacs are wilting – their pale purple has fallen to the ground, leaving behind brittle stalks of brown
nestled in rich green leaves.
as soon as they came, gone 

I have a dream

Of holding a book in my hands,

Running my fingers over the pages,

Crisp and fresh,

The white only lasting an inch

Or two,