Reid@YWP

The light pushed its way through the trees, 

sliding beneath the intertwining branches, 

from the never ending blue sky. 

It dappled the dirt path 

There we stood, my brother and I, on the mighty cliffs of Stop & Shop, staring down upon our vast kingdom that was Route 7 and the subjects of the parking lot.

I feel sometimes I'm split in two, 

Of all the things I have to do, 

I must answer call from call, 

And write you when you feel small,