The Balloons Goes Up With a Tug of the Breeze
the sky an ocean of Forget Me Nots,
leaden on hues French-vanilla ice-cream,
puffy cotton candy clouds move down stream
grassy field of red spice cinnamon hots
dream of pleasure indulges in single malt
of her big eyes. watch a half smile linger
a wink of sun glare, tighten her fingers,
cries, red balloons into the amber they bolt
4/17/2020
just musing
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