After the Party ©

We walk beneath ribbons tailing
celebratory balloons marking time
on the ceiling.
At intervals we check their
recommended daily allowances
as they float down the days.
In their sly descent
we bounce them back up
with delicate fists.
We mean to stay them,
stuck there on the ceiling,
bedecked with multicolored
serpentine dangles that catch
in our hair, giving the
entire display a shake-up.
We boost them up again and again,
waiting for the next party,
even if they hang there dead.

♥