Somewhere cold, a
Hot crimson balloon ascends
Amongst the concrete and rebar.
It rises to the glistening roof
Then bursts. The kids saw
It rise, but not its fall.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
Somewhere cold, a
Hot crimson balloon ascends
Amongst the concrete and rebar.
It rises to the glistening roof
Then bursts. The kids saw
It rise, but not its fall.
A poem about fame.
#5 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.
© Lewis Hyden, 2018
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