The heart-balloon ride. 

I'd never seen a queue like this before.
A queue of aged people.

With walking sticks.
Pill-intake reminders in their hands.
Wheelchairs rolled by helpers.

Such sickness spreading in the air.
I'd seen queues outside pharmacies. Or banks. Even hospitals.

But never in front of a fig tree.
All of them betting their remaining drops of life for a magnificent and could-be-last, heart-balloon ride.