Balloons
BALLOONS
27 balloons let adrift aloft from the school
Rising in a loose group
Heading skyward,
Smaller, further, till the sun’s setting
Rays caught them only as specks
Visible now as a group, distance reducing
Size and relative spacing
Until they seemingly stopped moving,
Became fixed, like the stars.
All stars began like that:
Today’s constellations are balloons
Adrift from ages ago:
Nothing dies; all becomes stars.
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Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2016
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