Amidst the horde of hats and coats
huddled beneath
umbrellas — straining
to maintain structure —
there is an upturned
face —
oblivious to the wet, sting
of the drops —
watching the path
of the red balloon
as it fights to reach the heights
it is destined for.
You made me remember that wonderful film called ‘The Red Balloon’…
Thie is a very cheering poem. Just right.
Beautiful response to the prompt.
I love this one; it captures first a moment and leads us to more than a moment….
lovely moment captured with your poem!
I hope the red balloon reaches it’s destination..
The red balloon will make it!
This caught my imagination.
I always want to be the upturned face…