I learned something new on the radio
about a hot air balloon
Apparently they can not rise on a day
when it’s hotter outside then the room
above it’s flame.
Today in my town
its expected to reach
a high of one hundred and two
My car may still run
but I’m grounded in sun
like a tired deflated balloon.
Smooth out the beginning stanza. The second one is perfection. Thank you!
I ‘feel’ this poem – resonates with the days of heat we’ve had!!