Polite Poetry six
growing in intensity as the dream shrivels away
She lays outside letting the raindrops batter her porcelain frame
the helium of life is gone and her string
oh that string that was tethered around my arm and lifted me up
it is wrapped around the leg of that chair.
replaced with the sobbing. the rain.
do without your laugh that was more precious than any amount of helium gas.
How can I help you float above the falls?
I do not own any of the characters from Pixar’s Up. All rights go to Pixar, my heroes. -Grant