This is part of a series of two-minute poems by the soon-to-be great poet, boisson. If you liked this poem, please consider visiting the last one (A limerick about a Sudanese man with a weak bladder...) here.

Alright, now that that’s over, how are we for time? (:

A glow,

in the dark.

Just me and my

Paper Lantern.

Rising,

the little pocket of heated

air.

Illuninating the sky,

Joining hands with the moon.