Thelast balloon

I am posting this on behalf of a friend with her permission.

Christmas lights

father clutching my hand

victorian nights

and marching band

my black eyes gasp

on this last balloon

i run rapid and fast

the balloon shines from the moon

i buy this item

and go home

i let it go

and the balloon flys on its own

 

 

Author's Note

My friend wrote this from a memory of her childhood