Reid@YWP

Fireflies and sun

Thunderstorms that shake the house

Summer has returned

Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.

On Saturday, May 3rd, 2025, at 10:40 PM, it rained a perfect rain. There was no buildup. The skies never darkened. It just happened. It was not raining before, and now it was.

the Midwest is a snake eating its own tail.

get out get out get out is the head, beating in time with the heartbeat of every new baby born in these states, 

Our differences define our Beauty,

like the intricate details of every snowflake,

standing out from each other,

not in a bad way,

not in a sad way,

but in a beautiful way,

When you are old and too tired to sleep,

Steeping like your lemon tea

In ancient memories and dreams,

I wonder if you’ll think of me.

When your forehead’s deeply lined

With remnants of the tears you cried