Advice for balloons #3

Hang around outside the YMCA
until a boy with a static haircut
takes you by the string.
Let him write his love letter
addressed to Caroline.
After he ties the envelope
to your tail, sail off
along the railway tracks
'til the fields turn yellow
and green. The letter
will twist in the wake
of the Stanstead express.
You won't know it
but they'll be slap-handed
against the windows
of standard class carriages
with notions of treasure maps,
party invites,
winning scratch cards,
tickets for rock concerts,
desperate requests
for selfless sex
from beautiful, lonely,
unintelligent women,
or whatever else
they want as you dangle on,
semi-translucent,
just below the power lines.