It takes a breath;
a silent
gesture

That glance
over her
shoulder;
her sheepish grin:
Chagrin.

Happiness and
celebration:
like laughter –
light and airy –

Are breezy and free,
colorful,
the uplift
that carries
souls off –

All caught in
Brilliant
Balloons

Holding one –
lighter than air –
Her shaking fingers
reach up…

…and let go.

This time
it’s not hers.

Not today.

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