Poems from K. E. Reid

Go and catch a falling star. Send it on the evening breeze, lightly salted by the ocean's sneeze.  Watch it whoosh over the land, like at a...
Like a ship slipping into port On Novemeber, at dawn, At first it was all white, Now the blankness is gone.  Like a ship going out again,...
Does no one remember how?   Straighten your tie or skirt, And just make it to the "A" train. Hurry, hurry, don't be late! Make it on that...