Balloon Girl
 
I.
 
When the city cried
for a new superhero,
I was born of helium and air. 
I stringed together with balloons
so that I may be grounded. 
 
My qualities are few
but I don't object. I am V shaped,
like an ice cream drumstick,
so that I may be liked. When I get agitated,
I amass like a puffer fish,
so that my body might fit in anger.
And I am bright,
like a school of fish
or a bucket of apples. 
 
II.
 
An overpass mends a boulevard
like a stitch. There, a hot dog vendor rotates his 
college diplomas in his own empire.
His business is slow but I can help.
I arrange my shiniest balloons
to the outsides and attach myself
to his cart like an advertisement.

III.
 
There is a quadriplegic at an intersection.
He cockeyes four crosswalks,
and none. I will help him cross safely.
I tie heart balloons to his automatic wheelchair
as he fondles the control handle
with his chicken foot hand.  
 
IV.
 
I am worn 
of old city do-gooders,
the spider
that spins silly webs,
the bat
that flies in circles.
I will save the vain
with rubber lips.
When a balloon deflates,
I'll heal it.  
 
 
 

Fantabulous write...Loved the descriptions you used..

Thank you Ainjel!