Buildings are Courageous

wide innocent eyes hint tears

as his fascination races higher and higher

taller than the tallest tree, he thinks

pointing, begging his powerless mom

                      ‘my ballooonn…’

above the carnival it climbs

rising above the quiet country town

‘hold all calls for the day, Carol’

he swivels from his formidable desk

to his picturesque view of the investment-dividend world,

dense spires of towering infinity, reaching out to -

a balloon floats by his window

and somewhere, far below, among the blurry dots

is one upset kid who just lost the best thing ever

and a mom, who is no longer a god.