June 4, 2015: Hot Air

Her voice filled the sky.
French, funny.
Stretching beyond the clouds, heated by fire and innovation.

The Gustav ascended – a sight for the king.
Suns in orbit, the zodiac glowing gold.

She didn’t break song until she was back on the ground.
Everyone clapped and cheered at the new marvel.

She broke her ankle.

History forgets that it wasn’t all hot air and arias.

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