There were two boys, one man, and a balloon And one dog, all yellow and purple at this time of day And somehow the field cut green and low Made the air feel even stiller when no breeze Came down from the mountain / For a while they sat there looking, maybe west or north It didn’t seem to matter much; The colors played Over their repose and they look painted on that field And I wondered if from the road I was no further Than they were close to one another / Because you knew these five, laid under the summer sunset So still you felt the windless air hold back Would be there long after you had left Would maybe wander for a blade of grass Captured all alone in a painting