Reid@YWP

A summer sunset, hands clasped

Slows time, even as the sun rushes below the horizon. 

Shoreline iridescent rubies and golds. 

Glasses clinking, eyes reflecting- blinking in awe.

I remember

Almost two years ago now

I remember it quite clearly

By the vent where cool air was blowing

Thinking I’ll never see this place again.

I look at the classroom around me.

5th grade.

Fifth grade in my school is when

one of the kindergartners is your

book buddy,

when we read to them every Friday morning,

and when we leave,

it's when we mourn

the loss of our little friend

the horizon blurs into a mess of golden dots

half-glowing in the early sunset, and

the shoreline into greenish brown, swaying

slightly and I can't tell if it's the long grass in the breeze or the angle I'm at