Reid@YWP

I hate the fact that so many people make assumptions.

About me.

The “fact” that because I have hearing aids means that I am deaf.

Blissful children.

Young,

Naïve.

Dreaming, of who we wake up to be

Dancing with starlight in our hands

Elemelons to the end

But wishes cannot last for long

Words scatter 

             don’t scare them away

we tread with trepidation -- slowly, they gather

again

There’s a wolf on my porch.

It’s been there all my life

Holding the foundation of my home.

There’s a wolf on my porch

And he never gets old

on the water floats 

lovely and green and pale pink 

a flock of frail birds.

You are lying on wet sand. You look down. 

The coarse, damp grains cling to your fingers. 

They look ghostly white in the black sunlight. 

The sky is completely devoid of light,