Flying under the Moon
all we hear is the rush of air
against the balloon, the whoosh of hot air rising
from the flames which seem so close as
to burn us.
all we see are trees swaying in the wind
below us
and the Moon falling away from us.
towards the horizon.
it's daytime but it could be night
except for the green of the leaves -
they would be silver in moonlight
and for the slight sheen of sweat
on your brow.
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