Billow
This morning blows between sun and showers. Eyes open
reluctantly. Everything feels reluctant. Tired weight drags.
This evening, as the car rolls down through a series
of traffic lights, just another car in another row of cars, and we have drunk
the last of the espresso from the lid of the old pink flask, I look up. I think
I see a lost balloon, at first, a round of helium filled foil: or it could be a
bin bag, billowing, swept above the slow traffic bustle.
'I think I see a lost balloon'
ReplyDeleteI got a scrim of excitement when I read that thinking, it made it!
There is nothing I love more than rain!!! Thank you for this post.
ReplyDeleteGod Bless.
Next time, Suze, surely next time- maybe your balloon was inside the escaping binbag?
ReplyDeleteThank you Bhav: we get a bit too much of rain here but it still has its charm!
Our balloon.
ReplyDeleteIt hasn't rained here in a very long time. Your post made me feel a little less parched: thank you!
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