The Balloon

Or this one is about color, but what color is it?

In the everyday light

I marvel at your luminesce

Existence precedes essence

I say

But you don’t

Not at all care about that

You stare at a man

In a purple hat

It is funny the way

He wears it

You swear he is an ice cream seller

I think about the next line

You stand in one

Because you know you want pistachio

And I can’t ever choose

Because I am thinking about free will

And fate

And it is hard to contemplate

With this chocolate chip

melting

A woman with a stroller

In the sweltering heat

Buys a balloon

For her son,

And if I am a color on a string

Then I would float away

But I am one with you

So

         I know

                        You won’t

                                           Let me go