He went away for good when I was five,
Toward the midnight sky,
On a balloon that whispered itself fat with the hot air rising inside.
Sailing over the beginning to sleep town,
Leaving me to brush the tears away with fingers sulfured by firecrackers.
You rarely have such fevers later in life that fill your entire day with emotion.
Brush away the tears.
Fill your entire day with the hot air rising inside,
All fired and bright,
Sailing over the beginning-to-sleep town.
Response to Writing
- Students reads his or her piece of writing to the small group
- Other students in the group listen to the writing and fill out their sheets
- Students in the group go around in a circle and share their thoughts with the reader/author