Throng of balloons

by on October 6, 2015 :: 0 comments

Throng of balloons
because of the pinch to be sure
something in the air happened in a silent way.

Some quail and tilt
and then:

Apt pear appears
all over the sudden
abruptly stopping gorgeous throes;

elliptic shadow
falls –
and bubbles
come up in the air
to fight with naughty cloud of balloons
before the sun
because ridiculous must come off big.

And then: the clash is so and so
and lots of fluff and knack and knack
So eyes get very weary,
blenching back behind the lids – whack!

And then it’s over,
barring tingle, tingle, dither, heat

to be thought and be mauled.

editors note:

Enthralled in this throng – “be thought, be mauled,” be dazzled. Whack! – mh clay

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