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To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton

run the world, i would say. let it open for you like a field without fences. let every horizon bend toward your ambition. i will not anchor you to my wanting. i will not make a home out of your wings.

i will stand where the earth is steady and watch you ascend, not with sorrow, but with awe. i will measure my happiness by the height of your flight. and if you disappear into the blue, becoming smaller and brighter until you are only a glint against the sun, know that my love was never a chain — it was the quiet ground that believed in your sky.

trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.

Hung like a worn-out wet towel on the balcony railings