Ars Poetica - by Lily

The dirty cloud above me, hung alone in the blue sky, trying to follow me home. The stark white cotton clouds are gathering, joining, playing in the wind. I turn left and right and back on the motorway, i see the dirty cloud is still there, not moving, not dissipating, just hovering. It almost looks pink and pretty, with my new sunglasses on, and the sun shines right on through it.

the gremmies arrived
to pack my day bag
with heavy stuff this morning
I could feel my back start to ache
so i started unloading it all

out

i threw it all into the basket
of a great big hot air balloon
fired it up with my purple pen lighter
cut the ropes
and let it go
unmanned...

~Lily