by Deborah Chandra
Such swollen creatures,
Holding their breath
While they swim
Dreamily from
Room to room.
Swaying slightly,
They wander the air-wisps,
Bumping and rubbing along the walls
Until they feel their fat backs
Bob against the ceiling.
Wanting nothing,
They drift and sleep---
Bald as babies,
Smooth moons of blue and red,
Nodding drowsy, spellbound heads.
from Balloons and Other Poems by Deborah Chandra, illustrated by Leslie Bowman, 1990, Farrar Straus Giroux
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