All ears
Do you hear them scream to get
out into the world?

They scream to get out, show what they can do. But I want them to wait, see if they are ready. I let them roam the closed quarters, discover friend among themselves. Some turn out to be outcasts or not team players. I have a hard-drive full of teenage photographs, screaming to be seen. I guess I love them all too much to let go…