a balloon –
no, two
no, three–
they span the width of the sky

the sky that I can see

all these strangers yet to pass
and everything is ticker tape
ticker tape
paper waste

trampled
supine in the street

so, feet
on feet
on feet
on feet

go by my head
grab the quickest tether

remember, remember

I heard your name —
I'm sure I did

and then the wind came
and then the sun was gone
and now it's up again and

everything is ticker tape
ticker tape
ticker tape