Sunday, December 1, 2013

A Poem for December

The Balloon
My head is a balloon,
I bound it to my body with a knot.
I would like to let it go,
but it's tied so tight
that I cannot.
Instead, I lift my feet
and let my whole self float.
I slip quite by accident
from the child's hand.
I go where all balloons go.
I leave my little keeper
on the ground to cry. It hurts
her so, but not me. It hurts her
to stay there on the ground,
but she should smile, for I am free.

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