Fruit, Balloons, and an Accordian
The smell of fruit -
overtakes the air.
Boxes of grassy dirts -
line the tables.
Smiles – greetings -
come one – come all.
Traffic crawls by -
all eyes stare as a
rusted band plays.
Balloons rise high -
high to the heavens
awake the heavens -
while an accordian softly
soothes the world.

See this and my other daily poems at http://1poem5minutes1day.wordpress.com/

Comments:
 
Moonrose   Moonrose wrote
on 6/22/2009 9:30:56 PM
Hmm... very interesting... I like this, it's cool, unique, exactly what a poem should be. Nice job! :))

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