Reid@YWP

Norman walked briskly through the terminal, gripping his briefcase with white knuckles. The importance of oneself, Norman thought, was defined by the limitations of one’s vision of themselves.

Canoes 

Mosquitos 

Ice cream all around 

Swim 

Race 

Drive back into town 

Dinner 

Walk 

It’s so nice outside 

Bedtime 

We were sitting  

On the sand 

Along the shoreline 

Our laughter 

Splashing into the silence 

Of the night 

I could feel the heat flush 

two weeks ago we were stuck in the plains 

somewhere in the midwest with no service. you pulled out 

some 1999 AAA member's map and said 

"crack it open," and i still loved you, even then. words flowed

red kayak

alone

drifting with the gentle breeze

in the middle of the lake

water droplets

beads

of shining glass

I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.