Water Ballons
For e.e.c.
Some sunlight pours
through maple trees
alighting on
the ground.
They walk slowly
tiptoeing down
this old slipping
water slide –
where bubblegum
whistles the news
and dances far
and long
across pavement
hot with the blues
and breaks them in
to songs.
Sometimes they cry
and move around
trickling up through
the waves.
Sometimes I try
to get them by
and in-just spring
they do.
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