On a Very Grey Day
Susan Kohn Green 5/1/15
A petal of a red rose just fluttered by my kitchen window
On the seventeenth floor.
I have seen many things sail by;
From egrets and pigeons,
Plastic grocery bags to balloons
Which some child probably lost far below
And is crying for now, as they twist and turn,
Adrift between the buildings
And on into the sky
Oblivious to the pain of her loss.
After all, it is a balloon.
I have seen airplanes,
A blimp, looking for all it’s worth
Like a goldfish swimming sedately through the sky,
And helicopters -
That, to my eye, look like mosquitoes
And sound like black flies.
Clouds, sunsets, moons -
But never before a single petal of a red rose.
Susan Kohn Green 5/1/15
A petal of a red rose just fluttered by my kitchen window
On the seventeenth floor.
I have seen many things sail by;
From egrets and pigeons,
Plastic grocery bags to balloons
Which some child probably lost far below
And is crying for now, as they twist and turn,
Adrift between the buildings
And on into the sky
Oblivious to the pain of her loss.
After all, it is a balloon.
I have seen airplanes,
A blimp, looking for all it’s worth
Like a goldfish swimming sedately through the sky,
And helicopters -
That, to my eye, look like mosquitoes
And sound like black flies.
Clouds, sunsets, moons -
But never before a single petal of a red rose.
