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.
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