by Mikki Aronoff Joseph/Unsplash ~ after Ceija Stojka Hands up in the air! Wondering if it could be a game, we threw our heads back and laughed and lifted our arms. We twirled our skirts and whooshed our shawls, embroidered with leaves and berries and herbs. We tambourined and danced our brilliant colors. The yellows! Such yellows! Our parents stood stiff as sunflowers stalks. Their shivs were no match for the rifles. They should have listened to the daylilies. Even they know