The Moon was happy, <br />grinning cheek to yellow cheek <br />the image of an Emmenthal, <br />our basket rose <br />through puffs of smoke <br />and flames of devil's blue, <br />a wicked wicker home <br />of silence <br />and nocturnal pheromones, <br />I said it would be fine <br />to have our wicked ways, <br />that we would see <br />essential trivia <br />through the kind <br />illumination <br />of a peeping Moon.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/balloon-flight/
