Balloons
Originally posted 08.27.2004
Children with balloon creatures,
a hat, a dog, a giraffe,
yellow Latex skins stretched shiny with
the collected breaths
of a street clown.
My neighbor gave refuge once,
years ago, to such an artisan,
who practiced his craft
for hours a day,
squeaking and twisting,
honing his timing.
“It looks,” said my neighbor,
holding his weary face
in his hands,
“like a condom factory
exploded in my living room.”
