Fly Away

Open

Your tinfoil

Covered window

Open

Your eyes

And look to the skies

Ask yourself:

"Where would I go?

If I could fly?"

Sometimes I

Think I should try

From eight floors high

But I

Know that only birds

Can fly

Airplanes

Helicopters

Balloons

Hot-air

Or blown up

Like the balloons

I blew up

For my Grandmother

On her eighty-first

Birthday

She put them out

On her balcony

Let them fly away

Into the sky

On that January day