1 December 2012
How did you get there, way up high; Floating through the air, in the concrete sky?
Hold on tight, and don't let go. What's your story, maybe we'll never know?
Perhaps you were at a fair when your balloons took flight; Ribboned pigtails swaying, as you soar into the night.
Little socks and shoes dangling free in the air; Will anyone know your missing will anyone care?
Silhouetted on my wall, I sense your pure delight; Ascending to the heavens, as your balloons take flight.
Little girl, you bring me joy, when I look at you; Some days I wish 'I' could fly off to somewhere new, too.
*inspired by my Banksy canvas
Balloon Girl • Opuss № I