Poem: “Up and Up”


Grandma always wanted to ride

on a hot air balloon


this summer at a festival

I bought a key chain


colors of the rainbow

colors so obnoxious

so bright and clown-like


But every time I drive

or look down at my keys

unlocking the apartment door

I am reminded of a dream


Grandma was too sick

she couldn’t go

balloons go too high

and the air was too cold

but not this time


Balloons go up and up

they are bucket list dreams

and that’s my goal

the desire

to not let life pass me by


always be on that balloon

that’s going somewhere



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