One thirty. One twenty. Always a surprise.
We witness the children
Launched.
Actually they launched
When they were born.
We saw it
Gradually
The way
Most parents do.
Of course
We prefer
To be better
Than most parents.
Of course
We are not.
Maybe they see us
From the air
As they fly
Like hawks
Circling
Like goldfinches
Dipping and diving.
We witness.
We never quite know
What to expect
Next.
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