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Voices, motion, snapshots in the corridors,

memories of many years in the cotton chambers

of infancy, young age--



uncertainty, the search for self--the other



songs, chants & rhymes, flag day drills,

daydreams in the courtyard, camping trip,

naughty afternoons & strange fevers

in the night--first date, first kiss,



do you like me?

I do, do you?



Let's dance.



words are birds on the wing bringing memory

& sadness--sophistication: to come of age

in the morning hour



can you recall the moment of your first day?

the little girl with the nervous smile?

the shy young boy who got expelled for daydreaming

in the classroom?



the bold firebrand with the baggy pants & loose t-shirt

searching for a moment of glory in the wild Mexican night?



it's time now to perform the ritual & say the words,

while eyes like liquid pearls glitter in the midday sun,



it's time for you to fly like a pointed arrow

burning the edges of tomorrow,

it's time for you to feel the summer in the spring,



and yet,



you will not go, no matter what--

we love you.