One Last Time

Look up

And you’ll see many things




And maybe even

A Hot Air Balloon

Drifting through the sky

On a summer afternoon

So close that

You can see the colors and the zig zag stripes

Maybe even a little person

In the little basket

Way up there

In the sky

But if you look down

And around

You’ll see the better picture

Of a community of people

Stopped in their places

On streets

In cars

In gardens and backyards

Peering through their kitchen windows

Out to call their friends

To come out

AndåÊlook up

At the hot air balloon