Three, two, one – liftoff!
I ride a shiny blue rocket high above the Maumee
soaring fast towards the candy apple sunset.
Far below the people sing as they tirelessly work.
Sing a song of prosperity –
a better tomorrow.
I reach down and pluck a person from the grind of life.
I want to share my view of the now dwindling sunset.
Sput, sput, sput – the rocket runs out of fuel.
The worker and I spread our arms wide
and softly float through the cool, misty clouds.
The rocket plummets to the muddy river with a small splash that laps the shores.
We descend quietly and come to rest in the soggy swamp.
A wise frog plops next to us and whispers,
“You will do better in Toledo”,
then leaps into the thin fiery horizon right as the shade of night is pulled shut.