So We Put This Camera on a Weather Balloon

​So we put this camera on a weather balloon
And watched it, live, below, it gave
A sense of vertigo and then
A certainty, and with a brave

Flair we disparaged creeping
From street to street and alley to alley,
The traffic jams, we were here
Above the city and in the valley,

And we could see-down below—how everything looked,
The entire flow of the city, and dots
That might have been us—and we looked around
And saw in the field the forget-me-nots.