The Orange Room Review

Accessible poetry of substance

Toys on Strings

by Daniel M. Shapiro

The boy at the bus stop
amuses himself with a kite.
He leaves it folded,
still wrapped in plastic.
It flutters in the wind.
No one tells him
to remove it
from the package.

A deceased balloon
rests in my hedge.
As a boy, I wondered
where balloons went
when they left my hands.
I thought the heavens kept them.
No one ever told me
they can return home.

DANIEL M. SHAPIRO lives in Pittsburgh, PA. His poems have appeared in The Pedestal, Oyez Review, What a Lot of Noise, and Border Senses. His chapbook, "Teeth Underneath," is available from Foothills Publishing.