Balloon Lady
(Oaxaca)
Moon face floats
its yellow balloon
across the window
and I conjure up
magic images
of the lady in the square
who sits in her fortress
surrounded by balloons.
Nine o’clock at night:
the coyotes prowl
with their cell phones
and offer synthetic joy
in tiny plastic packets.
The lady gathers
her flock of colored balloons
and, Pied Piper of legend,
she leads her legion of children
away from the square
and back to their beds.
I meet her on a corner:
she is a red-yellow-blue-green
tower of contentment.
No hands, no face:
but below the balloons,
two tiny, slippered feet.
rogermoorepoet 
Ah…the drug dealer…vivid, Roger!
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They call them ‘coyotes’ and they rarely appeared before 9:00 pm, though they were probably available if one had the right connections. I certainly didn’t. I loved the balloon people though: such fun.
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We bat balloons around the house for fun here when the weather is too poor to go outside…love balloons…the drug lady is something else.
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Always fun, except when the cat joins in and then it’s “Ker-pop” and run for it!
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