from the back porch

you can see the balloons

little zeppelins

they hover underneath the announcer’s call

it’s a crisp day

planes cut through the blue sky

not so bad, perhaps, to gather

with beer

the people hum faintly on the horizon

the zeppelins twirl

the announcer sings

ms bester!

ms bester!

i tap my foot in time

not so bad, perhaps,

to be with the people

from a distance