leave them right there forever


After Kit’s graduation party was over yesterday, everyone chipped in and put everything away. Weeks of preparation–the heavenly aroma of summer grilling, naan griddling, and mango tea seeping–and the lovely vases of wildflowers dressing every table covered in a vintage cloth, old church chairs all around . . . and then only the balloons were left . . . what did I want done with them, they asked.

Nothing. Leave them right there. Forever.

every little thing she does is magic

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This is my Kit in the finale of her fine arts high school “Informance” this week. She has a few more classes next week, but then it’s over, wow . . . that’s a wrap on her senior year. The look on her face says everything she is feeling about launching forth into her life.
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I want to go with her. I don’t want to miss anything. But I must stay back and watch because I must . . . the same way I would if I had raised a unicorn and was setting it free in a forest.
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it’s just a morning in May

the world

with their wings, the swans, herons, & geese

rake the air above me, arranging the order-

liness of spring . . . her tiny maple treelings

marching single-file along the edge

of the sidewalk . . . the yellow thrum of

dandelions & drunken bees . . . the weeds

where I was thinking I had lost that ring

in the weeds of my thinking but I found

it . . . and isn’t it helpful, really, to see

a world instead of an oil spot below

the clouds hanging themselves

in the wind that bends us, folds us

and at the end of each day, it is night

herself, the Moon who puts us away


© Liana 5/15