Non-Erotic PoetryAlbum 5 – GraduationA fluke has caught
our tossed hats level
above ecstatic smiles
like birds on a wire
waiting to leave
for a better perch.
Below, our gowns
billow with hope
and the winds of
change. Gathered
on the brink we
shimmer with
expectation.
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