Joyous messengers with indistinguishable bright colors
Struggling to get free…stretching upward in the night sky
Attempting to elevate into the windy city lit atmosphere
How fruitless your aimless intentions are… to fly high
Helium balloons caught on the crown of a 'T' topped pole
Suspending parallel wires humming with speeding currents
Of conversation and electrical currency taxing endearing
Thoughts of a party with excited children and presents
1/25/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem