Poyetry

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Balloon














I am a balloon,
Leaking energy
instead of helium.

Instead of soaring
On the arms of the wind,
I sink,
Tangling my basket
In the branches of the trees.

What pin pricked?
What patch gave way?
Where is the tank
For a quick recharge?

Never will I float
Across the ocean,
To the delighted arms
Of a stranger.

By Betsy McKenzie
Sept. 6, 2006

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