Hope
Impossibly
darting
amidst the cars,
an aquamarine
balloon dances
on Cemetery Road,
waltzing over
lanes and under
wheels, through traffic,
soaring up
and dropping down,
beneath these engines,
over bonnets;
indomitable,
it flies,
resting on
the traffic isle,
then gaining strength
to fly once more
across the one
remaining lane,
eager wheels
charging on,
balloon remaining,
through it all,
unbroken and
airborne,
withstanding the
fumes and the
traffic’s swift pulse
reaching, at last,
the other side
of autumn trees
and age-worn fence
to soar once more
atop the tombs
of the Melbourne
General Cemetery.
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