Thursday, June 5, 2014

THE RED BALLOON


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  • Albert B. Casuga


     





THE RED BALLOON

 

One would think it

           Would

Plummet

           losing air

In a rigour mortis

No

              T

            Un

Like a dying bird‘s swoon

as it

F

E

LL

to the rubble  

              where he

found

         its crumpled likeness

Scuttling

            in the                         wind.

 

An old face,

he might have whispered,

while he felt the crowding of mournful  balloons

wrapping themselves into his arms in an embrace,

 a silent dirge

                       echoing

                                          atop

roofs watching him float into the noontime sky

marking a death in the family and a triumph of a dream.

                         The wrinkled remains

             Of his red balloon

                                                Was a wide smile

                                            Left on the rooftop

                     As it it bade

           Goodbye

    To the

Lad

It

found dying to play their follow-the-leader game to its end.

Or

Beginning.

 

---ALBERT B. CASUGA

June 5, 2014, Mississauga

 

 

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