Danbo Draws

For “Balloons” by Sylvia Plath

Since Christmas they have lived with us, Guileless and clear, Oval soul-animals, Taking up half the space, Moving and rubbing on the silk

Invisible air drifts, Giving a shriek and pop When attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling. Yellow cathead, blue fish--- Such queer moons we live with

Instead of dead furniture! Straw mats, white walls And these traveling Globes of thin air, red, green, Delighting

The heart like wishes or free Peacocks blessing Old ground with a feather Beaten in starry metals. Your small

Brother is making His balloon squeak like a cat. Seeming to see A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it, He bites,