on the way
home
you see a hot
air balloon
snagged in
the power lines.
the wires
sparkle with
electricity.
it's full
of tourists
with cameras
and maps.
they are shouting
down to send
help, help us
we're stuck.
but there's
nothing you can
do, so you wave
and wish them
well.
you speed up
so that they don't
come tumbling
down upon you.
Friday, March 22, 2013
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