Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Helium

Helium

Every rivulet run off
the body here is a sluice
back in the sky’s glass

Go back to the ocean above

becomes the thing the glacier
says to put itself to sleep

Meanwhile a woman fills balloons
with helium for her daughter’s birthday

blue white pink purple
She tethers them to the birthday girl’s chair

where they hover lovingly as if watching

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