I was masquerading
as myself
In the garden, in February;
You'd had
your birthday party
a hundred miles away. You wouldn't see me
But I found a flat helium balloon
as I circled aimlessly around the garden.
Out of gas, it had landed, with a
tail of silver & purple party streamers.
A miniscule coincidence; as
I laughed into the fervent air,
the cold wind was no longer gusting.