on the brink of maturity, fishing
in shallow waters for the treats
that persist in swimming by
while we watch from nearby windows,
alert as always for any sign of trouble
while rejoicing in the perfection
that is youth, that is flight,
that is promise, and delight --
turn your back for an instant,
or greet them with enthusiasm:
either way sudden shifts might occur:
who knows what that blue future holds...
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