Sky Balloons Purple Parade

There is something in the air

Sky Balloons Purple Parade

Tetris colors shine between the blocks of life

Building blocks of rainbows interlocking light

Odd shapes connect to speedy geometric streets

On candy corners where stop signs sit in red and white

Hang out where parades really matter to the kids

Turned inside out and backwards in these matters

Sounds of churned machinery fade fast away

People turn out with pop corn freshly popped

Melt away their problems by looking up

Melted butter and caramel taffy stop the traffic

Pins and needles are not needed for balloons today

Twisted in the sidewalk cracks is last years bubble gum

There is no time for that as children scream and whistle

Cotton clouds drift by, hung from above the playing fields

All dressed up in white and love

Strands of ribbons ride the sky with suns arrival

Children watch for birds and listen for the bands

To their delight music raises up horizons on the curve

Lifted like a curtain at the circus

Curved at the ends where land meets sky

Higher than high the kaleidoscopic eye burns on

Yellow bright to helicopter heaven straight ahead

Where fireworks explode for fun and nothing

Jump at the opportunity to work for free

Licorice sticky kids eat everything in sight

Lamp posts made of chocolate come in handy

When marching bands go tootsie rolling by

They come alive with signs that never stop

Remaining stationary in their concrete red and white

Drummers borrow beats born on tomorrows slapped behind

Rhythms come from behind because bands don't travel backwards

Red rubber noses adorn clown faces

Crossed feet go stumbling over curbs

In over-sized shoes eager to please the masses

Men in clumsy gloves juggle empty air

As if someone or something were there

Missing persons of interest who disappear

Tumbling invisible in the wind gone after air

Strings hold more than helium up there

Sky balloons fly by in multicolored skins

Elastic in flight, gentle to the touch of pins

Pretty in simplicity, shining in blinding incognito

But parades do not begin without a purpose

Parades come sooner than the circus if not first

When they come they must arrive in cannons

In royal colors, living colors would be nice

And shot to make sure everyone wakes up

As children scream, demanding everything

Holding their breath until they or sky turn blue

Because only balloons can turn to purple

Which is a curse but better than becoming turtle

Turtles can not float on unknown surfaces

Or high in atmospheres from what we can surmise

And if you get the drift on flight mechanics

A compromise to fly would be ridiculous