Sun rests on leaves with a heathered yellow pull, 
even a grand Texas sky cannot hold it aloft at this hour.

Thick air drags my feet walking under buzzing boughs laden with blooms,
their lofty perch traded for sidewalks.

Breathing in heady summer scents: wood fire, blossoms and wet asphalt,
I pretend I am a balloon:
my heart dangling from a curled ribbon of thought, helium floating over fences.

With a breeze
I

am

released.