Reid@YWP

Red cardinals flutter, a vibrant spry 

The rosy petals of a blooming rose 

A wildfire dances the sky 

Crimson strawberries sundry groves  

summer awakens that joy in me

not the kind

people attempt to attribute to poetry

(go read some poems,

idiots,

go find out that poets

aren't always joyful,

go discover that sadness

A gentle summer wind 

blows

Waking me from my

Silent

Sleep.

I feel small

Cracks

And hear small

Pops 

In my body. A 

Satisfying

Sensation

Freedom and solitude. The two best things summer has to offer. Done with the perpetual, looming stress that comes with school and ready for joyful, inconsequential time spent lolling around underneath the sun and in the breeze.

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  • spread across the earth like a wave of miraculous light 
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  • where movement makes undeniable sense  
  • where psychedelic circles vibrate l