I slip in my skin
And grace the wet
Cement with my
Attached feet

What way will
My head float today?
I will have to run
After it quick wherever.

If I don’t it may
Be gone like my
Favorite red
Balloon and

My eyes will
Be glued;
Watching the
Dead leaves fall

Amongst their
Siblings, until
Flecks of
Rainbow snow

Come and blanket
The cracked cement.
Then my friends will
Forget my skin and

Teeth and echoed
laugh; then my
Skin will walk off
And find a warmer

Home with a fuzzy
dog and red lights and
a crackling fire; maybe
some chocolate too.

I think then I could float
and find that red balloon;
I sure hope it’s still
up there in the blue