Throng of balloons
fled
because of the pinch to be sure
that
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,
obviously
blenching back behind the lids – whack!

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

enough
to be thought and be mauled.