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Shine (May 10th, 2009)
Sidewalk sky no sun-bright spot,
Even the svelte and flexible co-eds in their short and slinky dresses
but the Carolina blue of the cap and gowners shone
My oldest child, son, who as a toddler looked like a frowzy seeded dandelion,
Floating white hair like a halo and who ran a certain way
that was instantly recognizable on a baseball or
football field, floated incognito in the blue flourescence.
finally we saw him. Parents, grandparents, all fat with pride.
They did not call his name. They did not call anyone’s name
who was not famous. But this group of kids was surging and rising in their
Great wave of billowing sateen toward the uncertainty
of financial crisis
And record breaking unemployment
and war overseas. Still the crowd
of them heaved and rolled, the only brightness in that gray day.
Some of us looked down and felt nothing but pride.
Some of us looked up and thought their future looked like the sky.
Some of us looked at the kids and were blinded by their shine.
Bettina Colonna Essert
Written in memory of Randall’s commencement, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.