just for one day;oh what a lovely helium dream
She walked on the edges of things
close to the walls,
sinking her fragile toes
deep into the dust at the end of big shoes,
always searching for a tighter fit
to help keep her tied to the ground.
A breath of helium in a fragile balloon
set her soaring high above the city
and its comfortless streets
Now her sights are set on the stars,
dropping her shoes one by one
upon the unsuspecting heads below
while the last bit of air in her lungs
explodes her into tiny pieces
of white noise, feeling the way
helium voices sound
while singing Happy Birthday.