Reid@YWP

i once lived in a city

a small city

but densely packed

i remember my old house

yellow

three stories

i moved more than a year ago

not long ago

but i barely remember my old life

Usually the sun induces my smile 

An infectious click that erases the bad feelings of outgoing anxiety 

But today 

The Sun felt numb 

The wind howls past me 

Leaving everything behind 

I walk down the path 

Not knowing when I'll stop

Hearing the water flow

Looking from a plane, glowing

streets, like spiraling

spider webs

knitted on the elder plains,

out of hope, out of pride.

Crossings of the intertwined veins 

My day is done, so I sit here,

Under the stars, twinkling gleefully down at me

Still, the hot summer day lingers like a sticky residue on my skin

spring is coming-

the earth awakes from her death-sleep,
melting away the frozen blanket over her body.

soft tears often fall-

tears for the lives lost, for the new lives given.