The Second Day On A Helium Balloon - Poem by Stephen Bennett
From the ceiling spot to which it pressed
itself twelve feet high
over the floor, where Nicholas stood,
looked up and cried...
It must have dropped nearly nine inches
through the passing of night
a great blue head atop a giant body,
whose shrinking was out of sight.
Later on that day, when it had come down
the rest of the way, it traveled off
in the play of his hands into
the wonder of life in its new second day.
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