Reid@YWP

Tell me we'll be ten forever 

and I'll ride my scooter to your house 

every day, and never learn 

not to trip over the crack on your driveway. 

The inevitable 
Time 
Ticking by 
It seems to speed up 
The older I get 
The closer I get 
To passing through 
The bewildering 
Magnificent archway 
Of eighteen. 

The first bite of watermelon 

brings back the crash of the tides 

waves of sweet, cold sea foam 

spraying onto gleaming skin