there was a man
his age unknown
with handfuls of
balloons who would
stand out on the street
at two in the morning
his  tilted hat and
shades on. he'd say
in a deep voice, keep
the kiddies happy,
keep the little ones
happy. flowers, balloons.
and his cart would be
on the street
awaiting you and your
friends, someone
in your arm you
just met.