graduation. (again)

cross legged in a boob, black suited and tasseled up --> the turning of which groans relief just moments away.

17 years, first day : last day. circular circles are our lives.

five years in the making and if you look up and to the left you will see the support structure of this educational master piece: my family, etc. smiling and bored and thankful that names-not-read equals more picture/smoking time in the sunny sun.

UConn brightens up when students leave.

i am leaving.

an awkward wave across the court where Omeka dribbles his basketball.

a panic attack about school violence deferred.

T. Levine, our wizard professor, squeezes me tight despite my anti-teaching sentiments. His graduate hood hangs on him, a weepy child.

curly-haired love gleams down. he is right here. he is RIGHT here. (a calm lake)

annabel and kim and i will go to europe for eight weeks- tip toe our way from here to there and back again. But now we flow about st. paul's, celebration on our breath. If graduation parties are at all like wedding planning, then i'll see you in vegas.

The Bidwell welcomed us late last night, family and etc's full of merriment, giggles and the like.

in an 1820 pub i breath full lungs of awe at God whose gifts are ineffably good.