At the party we were alight with joy. “Thank you! Thank you!” we said. We said we’d remember the moment always and, having experienced such generosity from you, we promised generosity in return, to give ourselves to the world just as you had given yourself to us. But now the party’s over and the balloons are in the trash. We are no longer carried forward on waves of delight. Now is the past tense of joy, one foot, one day at a time. We are no longer giddy but are something that may be better, something steady. There’s a flame that endures even after the candles are blown out.
Photo of balloons in the trash on a Sunday morning, Wilmington, Delaware.
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