Ballons were once floating promises. I chased them, believing they would never pop. Now they rise and I don't follow. Childhood drifted upward and I stayed watching my joy shrink to sky.
Seagull days Ocean sprays Blue-green sea Glowing me Crystal skies Bright in eyes Cheeks red Hat on head Toes in sand Sunny tan Cool breeze Exhale, breathe “Ah” I sigh