Summary
Balloon Rise In the erratic serpent of traffic I drive stop- start by, And spy the deep quilted sky. Coloured orbs and shapes hang silently over me, Peaceful and watchful. Far away from the shrill sirens, The jumbled streets and blusterous gulls.
Defying Newton's law I see not Hermes in the ageless blue, But baskets of voyeurs stalked vassal-like by their four-by-fours.See the full content of this document
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