Reid@YWP

Your passion

is when you strum the delicate strings of a guitar,

the acoustic ballad you’re playing ringing throughout the room.

Or when you’re lightly touching the tender keys of the piano,

And so there were three.

Three thoughts concerning snowflakes. 

The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass. 

By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.