White Balloons...

in my backyard
pierce the hot summer air
to fly
like little angels just uprooted from the soil in which they grew;

against the bare blue sky and sharp amber sunlight,
they swing and sway
sing and stay
rise and rule ray after ray

honing, imbibing, assimilating,
colour
from all around like a bare stick encircled layer by layer with pink cotton candy.

White balloons in hot summer air
are sometimes yellow, red, blue, violet, scarlet and green.

Only sometimes.