another poem

Three hundred balloons
Yellow Green Blue
Choke the sky

Sounds of laughter
ear-splittingly loud
brighten the sun

A lonely person
stretched on the grass
Whistles at the games

The pain of the
blooming trees
balances the melting snow

I'm visiting my folks for the next few days. I really will work on Wonderland. I will. Hopefully now that I've got a few days away from the 9-5, that'll be easier to accomplish.