Reid@YWP

there is peace in the darkness, an

alluring sense of acceptance in failure

closed eyes & open eyes both see the same

but please

stick out your hand

& light a sparkler with me. for a moment

Floating in the sky

Like white fluid still in time

But moves in slow grace

Swirled with a brush by an oil painter

Yet sculpted with regality of wood

A whisper full of substance

An illusion of support

I am out at night because I can’t stand myself.

People are milling on the street. Nobody looks at me. They all look at each other as they pass, and the lights decorate their faces to be tall and luminous.
 

It is midnight and I am getting a haircut on the lawn.

I am tired, but I shiver with excitement.

Gentle hands tug and snip at my curls,

And as they fall they take root in the grass.

When I was little I had a big pack of friends. The big kids did once too, and they romped along the streets of our town.

It's 12:34 AM on July 5th, 2025 and I still see fireworks going off in the sky.

I hear the booms, the bangs, the commotion of endless fireworks

going on for hours

still raging

on a brand new day.