The park did bear a shiny red
Balloon
which rose above the sticky hands and metals bars.
The man who owned the balloon forgot to add a string, and up
And up
And up
And up
Did the lonely circle go.
The rest he left behind, all tied up in bows;
their life a blink and a pop. But for the red
Balloon
He dodged the birds and telephone wire
until he reached the
Clouds, and then
Up and up again he went
Until he bounced against the stars
and the children gave a shout
(as they looked up with fright)
“The moon is red tonight.”