Crosswalk Balloon
a balloon bounces
across a red light
on the rocks
not popping
the cars go, they too
on their balloons
on the rocks
not popping
each day, I feel
another day
coming
not like these balloons
which could go
any minute
I wonder if somewhere
out in space
there’s a street
our planets bobble across
not popping
and if
the light
will ever change?
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I think the light is always changing….
Love this. contemplation. metaphor.
This is a great image. So multivalent.
Reblogged this on The Sand County and commented:
I think this might be perfect poetry.
I never thanked you for reblogging me but I love being shared so thank you. Hope this finds you well.
You are very welcome. You are one of my favorite poets, Britt. I need to get over to your page more often than I do.
Very nice. Thanks to Jeremy for the referral.
Alice
Welcome! I appreciate the read.
🙂