The Graduate
This weekend
adolescent mynahs
took flight
from their nests in our attic.
So my son
left us
in a ritual
I never expected
to bear such meaning.
A full moon rises
and presides
over the sea of leis, balloons
inflatable swim toys
whoops and cheers,
as our helium-filled
youth
float off
into their
enormous
blue sky.
We watch
clap, laugh,
hug, mug,
take a million photos
wonder if it might rain
and pray the wind stays
always at his back
carrying him back
fresh from adventure
to touch the nest
and fly away again.
May 2002
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