Final Assembly

Final Assembly

Bright with praise

each girl walks her

gilded moment onstage.

Shakes hands –

certificates, distinction

bestowed.

(Applause.)

The rope

of common definition,

draws us in –

to a circle.

Yet they stand poised

to shake it off

with the delight of horses.

How strange to think

that with this promise

comes a hope

that they are looking for the door,

sniffing the wind,

giving us the slip.

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