Poem for Sunday, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, Great Falls

This Is My Call for Apologies
By Amy Lingafelter

Like seeing a hot air balloon.
It’s just like seeing a hot air balloon.
No helium or flame or 8 passenger basket.
No passengers possibly drinking champagne.
No pilot or ballast,
nor buoyancy, nor balloonist enthusiast
entering national contests.
No ballast, I cannot stress this
enough, no ballast,
no ballast, no ballast.
No science! No cause,
no one getting involved or getting the blues.
No weddings, engagements, company picnics
or a back yard party,
for who balloons
for a back yard party?
No one richer than me.
Nothing shaped like a monkey
or a chili pepper or a bee,
or a Volkswagen bug.
No brand loyalty.
No weddings!
No envelope roll-up,
not without help,
good help on the ground
is the most important thing.
No prior knowledge
of previous passengers,
a Duck, a Sheep and a Chicken,
nor knowledge of hot air.
No flat land to worry about,
no splash-n-dash or discreet pilots
or pilots having to act discreet,
only interfering with the hot air.
No jobs like that,
struggling to be all day out of the way.
No hot air.
Nothing in the way.

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Adam had plans Saturday evening, so we had an early lunch and went with him to see Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2. I enjoyed it at about the same level I enjoyed the first one, maybe more because I liked Gamora and Nebula's relationship, but I'm pretty tired of the Marvel obsession with the filial anxiety of heroes (Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, even Ant-Man) and would be really excited to see Wonder Woman if for no other reason than her lack of an Oedipus Complex.

We were going to go to the canal to take a walk because the weather was so gorgeous, but traffic was so bad that we turned off and went to Great Falls instead, where we saw snakes as well as herons, turtles, and geese. Adam went to watch The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen with friends while we watched Doctor Who (not great but so much better this season than the past few), Class (I won't cry if it doesn't get another season), and Graham Norton (Salma!) Please stay safe, Londoners.