A globe of not
plastic, not glass, but
of light and rubber:
a balloon––
boisterous, mysterious,
floating in a summer’s
salon of heat and cash registers.
Bobbing against halogen lights,
escaped from
the child’s sweaty fist.
The Grocery Store
8 07 2008Comments : 2 Comments »
Tags: balloons, grocery store, motherhood, poetry
Categories : balloons, grocery store, motherhood, poetic attempts, ruthie